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The Stacks

(Higuruma art by @milanvaan on X)

Stuck together on an all-night study session at the University library, you and your rival Higuruma Hiromi find you may have more in common than you thought...

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, rivals/enemies to lovers, breaking point smut, mild brat-taming/retribution, 'missionary so we can continue fighting'

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The twilight crept in-- but, while your fellow students were heading out for a night of drinks and debauchery, you walked under the evening-dappled willows, to the entrance of the library. You already knew it would be as quiet as the grave.

In the morning was your final, decisive Law exam; this was it. The culmination of years of effort. The final hurdle before the start of a glorious, prolific career. The recognition of yourself as the best Lawyer that your University had ever produced. And, with a curious, melancholy twinge of anger, the last time you would ever have to share a classroom with--

"You." Two voices rang out through the library entrance corridor; one disgusted, the other surprised. Higuruma Hiromi's hooked nose wrinkled at you, beetle-black eyes glinting as he straightened under a straining bag of books, to full height.

A taut moment of silence. Something in Hiromi's jaw clenched and unclenched rapidly, his foot tapping, and he looked aside. Looking back at you, his fury a thin veneer over a flicker of curiosity, he tensed to feel you sweep past him.

"I'm taking the Law section. You can grab some books, and fuck off to study somewhere else, Higuruma."

"Hey-- hey-- you can get fucked if you think you're taking over the place, sunshine--"

Hiromi prickled, rushing to catch up with you. You raced him, his long spidery legs easily putting him in front of you. Two sets of frantic footsteps running up the staircases, crashing and jostling-- "don't touch me!" "--stop it, you're a fucking menace--" "--not sitting with an arsehole like you all night--"

Hiromi and you approached the Law section at speed, a single plush sofa hidden away within circular stacked shelves, tables running between them like the spokes of a wheel. Hiromi shunted you aside at the last moment, slamming his bag on the couch with a satisfied hoot of success, turning to you with a grin and a twinkle in his eyes.

"Bastard!" You snapped, your hackles raised, and the twinkle in Hiromi's eyes dulled, replaced by tired disappointment as he looked away again, jaw twitching under your hateful gaze. Hiromi huffed, moving to empty his bag of textbooks and scattily-organised notebooks.

"Not like I'm going to stop you from studying here," Hiromi clipped, tense, "Lots of room. Didn't anyone ever teach you to share?" He teased, offering another wan smile. You rejected it categorically.

"I don't share with rats," you snapped, grabbing your bag and slamming it onto a nearby table. Hiromi was silent, tapping his fingers against his thigh, mouth puckering up into a bitter snipe.

"Yeah, well...let me know if you want to borrow my paper from the Spring term," Hiromi offered sarcastically, his anger burning low, "I know you didnt do so well on that one--"

"Shut up! My paper was perfect, it was--"

"--second best in the class?" Hiromi hissed air through his teeth, his crossed legs bouncing and jittery as he started to sort through notes, "Yeah, it's okay, I suppose...always room for improvement though, right?"

"Yeah, well..." You retaliated, stumbling over your words, "...you know where you can find a decent essay on Commercial Law, I know you struggle with it."

Hiromi ignored you, relaxed and not taking the bait. It pissed you off how effortless he found all of this, how he didn't have a competitive bone in his body...and all the while, you had toiled away blood, sweat and tears to get to the position you were.

You sat in stony silence for an hour, studying quietly. Any time you relaxed in his presence, you mentally snapped at yourself, not willing to concede one inch to such a snake--

A cup of coffee from the vending machine was dropped in front of you by one long-fingered, elegant hand. You looked up to see Hiromi loping away, warm and lackadaisical in his slim black jeans and Law school sweatshirt. You bristled. Hiromi sat on the sofa again, rolling his eyes as you pushed the coffee away from you with a huff, his own coffee hiding the hint of a smile on his lips and coal-ember eyes.

You tried to hide a yawn behind your hand. Between studying, and part-time bar work to pay your way, sleep was a rare resource. You knew no light in your life other than that from the candle you burned at both ends. Rubbing your eyes, your elbow slipped when you moved to rest it on the table. Your impeccably written flashcards hit the floor, scattering as you swore, kneeling to pick them up.

A few slow footsteps, and those long-fingered hands appeared in your vision again, helping to collect your flashcards with meticulous care. Your shoulders bunched up, and you snatched the pile of cards from Hiromi's hands when he offered them to you.

"Thank you," you begrudged. Hiromi remained on his haunches, hands clasped in front of him.

"Nice flashcards," he offered, and you bristled again, looking for insult, "want me to quiz you?"

"I can do it by myself," you snapped, turning to sit on your chair again, your back to him. You weren't sure if you heard Hiromi sigh.

"Suit yourself, misery guts." Hiromi moved back to the couch, not partaking in the bitter little competition he had never entered. As the clock ticked onwards, approaching midnight, the sky beyond the windows now an inky black, your brain began to fog. You caught yourself reading the same sentence again, and again, and again--

You heard a persistent little tapping. Hiromi had not looked up from his notes, but patted the spot on the sofa beside him in invitation.

"Come on," he pressed, soft and unyielding, "bring your flashcards over, and I'll quiz you. If we're here all night, we might as well be useful to each other."

Your resolve crumbled, despite your prickles of disgust towards Hiromi, and you picked up your lukewarm coffee and your flashcards to sit beside him. You hadn't realised how cold you were, until you felt the warmth of his thickly muscled thigh against yours. You shivered. Hiromi's gaze flicked up and down your body, his hangdog eyes impassively reading you.

He took off his sweatshirt in one fluid movement, holding it out to you. You pretended to ignore him, turning your face away with a pout. Hiromi scoffed. Momentarily, you squealed in indignation to feel his sweatshirt being pulled over your head, your arms being pushed through the sleeves like you were a child.

"Do as you're told," Hiromi chastised without venom, "and wear my fucking sweatshirt. You're cold." You swallowed, rendered speechless by his warmth, the soft notes of his shampoo, and, to your surprise, cologne.

"Did mummy buy you some nice perfume?" You jabbed, and you blushed as Hiromi surprised you with a laugh, deep, rich and genuine. Hiromi leaned across you, his face skirting so close to yours, on his way to reach for your flash cards. He moved his face even closer, his voice conspiratorial as you felt his warm, coffee'd breath over your lips.

"Mummy still thinks I'm some little boy."

You felt a shiver down your spine, feeling heat pool in your belly and pussy, before mentally shaking yourself. Higuruma Hiromi? You berated yourself internally, don't be so fucking ridiculous.

You had felt your eyes wander to him, early in your first year, his quiet confidence so magnetic. You had almost been pulled into his gravity. Then, he bested you in test, after test, after test, never seeming to break a sweat, being lauded as a prodigy, touted as the youngest Judge the Law school would ever see instated. It hadn't taken long for you to see him as the nuisance he was.

Then, he had done something unforgivably dirty, becoming a filthy little sellout, and your conviction in your opinion of him was solidified with brutal finality.

Your train of thought was interrupted by your coffee being pressed into your hands.

"Drink up," Hiromi urged, his tone broaching no argument, a wonky smile on his face which made your stomach somersault, "and get ready. I won't go easy on you."

And, he didn't. He grilled you mercilessly, becoming more and more thrilled as you snapped back each time with devastating precision and accuracy. The flashcards soon became secondary, and eventually discarded in favour of a soulful debate. The back and forth roared through you both like wildfire. You bounced off Hiromi's challenge with ease, his natural foil, and he took it all with a sultry delight that intoxicated you.

Your legs were entangled, now, facing each other on the sofa, and ribbing each other for all you were worth. You hadn't noticed how low your guard had dropped, until you saw how Hiromi looked at you, your wide sparkling smile, your twinkling eyes, your dimples. His square jaw leaned on one hand, his slim fingers stretching from chin to temple, one finger between his teeth, eyes dipped low and burning through you as he smiled. You gulped, feeling the fire warm you from head to foot.

"I'm, uhm..." you trembled, pushing your glasses up your nose as he raised his eyebrows, otherwise still as a panther in the rainforest, "...uhm...just going to get a snack...want anything?"

"...sure," Hiromi eventually answered, watching with mischief as you untangled your legs from his, "anything." You skittered past Hiromi, and it took everything in his power not to pull you to straddle his lap and see just how much he could steam up your glasses.

Turning the corner to the vending machine, you finally released the breath you had been holding. You fanned your face, pressing buttons, selecting a random assortment of snacks, and tapping your card to the card reader. Three little bleeps-- declined.

You felt a thread of panic. You checked your bank account with your heart in your throat...pennies. Literal pennies left to your name, until payday before the weekend. You now burned with shame, considering just leaving your books and bag and turning tail back to your apartment. Instead, with a furious blush over your cheeks, you headed back to the sofa, Hiromi looking at you curiously as you pulled a book onto your lap, empty-handed.

"Nothing decent," you lied, "sorry." Hiromi was silent; his gaze rendered you transparent in a way that was so unwelcome to you now. You felt a wash of relief as he stood up and walked away.

A few minutes later, Hiromi returned, gently placing a bag of crisps and a bar of chocolate down on the book on your lap. Tears of shame prickled in your eyes.

"You like these, right? I've seen you eat them before," Hiromi mused, gentle and casual. You pressed your eyes and lips shut, tears threatening to overspill.

"You didn't have to," you urged, your voice tight. Hiromi hummed to himself, taking a bite of his chocolate, and raising your chocolate bar to boop you softly on the nose.

"Big day tomorrow...today. You won't do well if you're hungry." A pause. "You work hard. It happens." You flooded with a sickening rush of gratitude, Hiromi's easy empathy almost washing away the shame.

"...thank-- thank you," you mumbled, fingers closing round his, your little heart thumping for him, as you accepted the chocolate bar. "I get paid on Friday, I'll pay you back--"

Hiromi scoffed, playful, "Don't worry about it. Just...buy the second round of drinks." You felt your stomach flip, your fingertips pressed over your mouthful of chocolate as you blushed. He was so casual about it. You couldn't see how his heart pounded in anticipation, awaiting certain rejection.

"...I...uhm...yeah. That sounds...that sounds...nice." Hiromi released the breath he'd been holding in a shaky, quiet whoosh. He felt the bridge of his aquiline nose redden. He tried to look surreptitious as he scooted closer to you on the sofa, pretending to choose a textbook.

The exam in the morning was now the furthest thing from Hiromi's mind. You shivered to feel the heat of his thigh against you again, and your fingers itched to reach out and feel the hot corded muscle of them. Hiromi wanted nothing more than to turn, pull your mouth to his, and share the taste of chocolate on each others' tongues. He was torn by indecision.

Shifting your legs, your textbook tumbled off to the side of you. You leaned back, reaching down to the floor, at the same time as Hiromi leaned over your body, his fingers stretching out, too. You found yourself suddenly bracketed by his lithe, long body, his arms either side of your head and his lap pressed to yours.

You stared up at Hiromi, like a little bunny rabbit, trapped. You reached one hand up to brush the black commas of hair off Hiromi's forehead and he shuddered, feeling his cock throb and fatten behind the zipper of his jeans. He leaned down towards you, pupils dilated, a pit of possessive thrill just above his aching length as he spoke, millimetres away from your lips.

"How long has this been almost happening for?" Hiromi pondered aloud, his cock thickening even faster as you squeaked, little hands gripping his biceps.

"Never," you challenged weakly, "it was never going to happen--"

"Yeah, right," he whispered, low and sarcastic, one hand looping behind your neck in preparation for fucking into your mouth with his tongue, "always the same shit with you--"

"-- it might have happened sooner if-- if you didn't sell yourself to that filthy company to become their corporate lawyer lapdog--"

Hiromi stiffened instantly, pulling away from you, your lips chasing his briefly in confusion. You blinked up at him, feeling so small as his face twisted in fury above you, his eyes incandescent with rage.

"I'm sorry-- what?" He snarled, climbing off of you and leaving you cold, confused, blinking.

"--you--you were scouted by that nasty finance company, right? And you accepted. Everybody said--"

Hiromi laughed, humourless, both of his hands cupping his nose and lower face as he leaned back into the sofa, staring at the ceiling, "Yeah? Everybody says, do they? You listen to everybody, do you?"

You felt a thread of dread run through you, the adrenaline of having almost been taken by Hiromi, now replaced with the adrenaline of confrontation. You felt a ruffle of indignation through you.

"I always thought you'd go that way," you asserted, doubling-down, rendered stupid by the need to win, "some little corporate rat for pay."

Hiromi's teeth clenched so hard, you heard the crunch, and you felt exactly how seriously you had fucked up. You gulped. You stood, brisk. You crammed books and flashcards into your bag, before moving to make a swift exit.

"--a--anyway. Good luck in the morning. Have a nice life."

You hurried away, towards the tightly packed bookshelves, at first hearing silence behind you, before the sudden rush of heavy footsteps chasing you and your heart in your mouth and--

You squealed, forcibly spun by one strong hand, your back slammed against the bookshelves. Books slipped and fell around your head, but none of them hit you; Hiromi barely winced as he craned over you, books tumbling off his head and shoulders while his arms blocked your exit. His hips pressing against your belly trapped you further, and you felt the erection you had left him with, straining against his jeans.

"You're smart, but you're such a fucking know it all," Hiromi spat, urging you to answer for your crimes by forcing eye-contact. You swallowed, heart fluttering between your legs, speechless.

"Oh, what? Now you shut up, huh?" Hiromi tsked, a wonky smile on his face, still twisted in anger as he laughed, humourless, into his shoulder.

"What the fuck did I ever do wrong?" Hiromi demanded, leaning down so the side of his hooked nose pressed against yours, your lips almost touching, "What did I do to make you hate me? So fucking competitive, you act like a total brat to the one guy who's good enough to keep up with you."

"Higuruma, I-- I'm sorry, I didn't mean--"

"Oh, no no no," Hiromi whispered, nose still pressed to yours, his cock rigid and twitching against your belly, "Hiromi, please. Enemies are just as intimate as lovers, after all." You shuddered, and Hiromi felt a drip of pre-cum soak his boxers, to see you finally yielding beneath him, and in his sweatshirt no less.

"...I did accept a job, obviously," Hiromi sniped, watching the colour drain from your face as he told you, "...at the Public Defence Office...you gullible little tart."

"...but if you think I'm such a bad person, how about I fuck you like one, hmm?" Hiromi drank down your squeak with a nose-crinkling grin, before crashing his lips to yours, moaning with relief into your gasping, warm mouth. The tension snapped in you, brittle under Hiromi's righteous rage, and you tangled your arms around his neck, pressing your body flat against his, in a kiss that was three years in the making.

"--oh, fuck yes-- fucking pain in my ass-- hate me all you like, still better than being ignored by you--" Hiromi nipped your bottom lip between his teeth, before sucking it between his, soothing the sting. You could feel how he shook with restraint, wanting retribution for years of ill-treatment. In a fleeting moment of shame-faced acceptance, as Hiromi laid claim to your neck, you realised you absolutely deserved it.

Hiromi marked your neck, sucking with his teeth and lips, raking the neckline of his sweatshirt down to do the same to your collarbones with a sandy moan. He scooped his arms under your thighs, lifting you against him, carrying you back to the sofa where he fell back, forcing you to straddle him. The sudden jolt of your clothed aching pussy against his cock made you both moan, and Hiromi bucked his cock up against you instinctively.

Feeling Hiromi's gaze burning into you again, you blushed, looking aside and sheepish. He reached up, tangling one hand roughly into your hair, tilting your head to the side, examining the lovebites down your neck with a shudder.

"You-- you're such a dickhead-- always came so fucking easy to you--" You whined at Hiromi, blushing as he laughed, his hand snaking under the sweatshirt to cup your breast with a groan of satisfaction.

"Fuck off," Hiromi scoffed, "fucking easy-- you treat me like scum, and you think I'm going to let you see me struggle? Please. Been fighting me for three years when you should have been fucking me instead."

Hiromi scooped your tank top and bra down beneath the sweatshirt, doing the same with his other hand, taking both of your breasts between his long, kneading fingers as he rutted his aching cock up into you.

"So go on then, if you're so clever...fuck me with your clothes on." You whimpered above him, feeling both of your nipples rolled insistently between his thumbs and forefingers. Your skirt had rucked up around your hips, and Hiromi swore under his breath to feel your arousal soak through his jeans, onto his cock.

He bucked up against your pussy again, and you mewled as shockwaves ran through your clit. Hiromi's fingers dug into your breasts, squeezing them with barely-contained need. You did as you were told, and hooked your panties aside, your pussy now flush against Hiromi's concealed length, and began to ride the underside of his weeping cock.

Hiromi threw his head back with a hiss, "Good girl-- not such a brat, now you're doing as you're told..." Hiromi bit his lip, moaning unashamedly to feel you hump yourself to orgasm against him. Despite his punishment of you, he already longed for you to fight back. He bucked his hips into you in challenge, thrilled when you planted your hands on his belly, your breasts squeezed together in his hands beneath the sweatshirt.

"--bet you're-- bet you're really fucking pleased with yourself--" You blushed, tears glittering bitterly in your eyes, moaning into Hiromi's mouth as he laughed again, kissing the pout off your face.

"I am, actually," he gasped, tweaking your nipples hard enough to make you whimper, "--gonna cum on my jeans, huh? Shit...don't know-- you never knew-- so fucking beautiful when you're being mean to me--'

Your thighs burned with the effort of rubbing your pussy against Hiromi, but you felt your orgasm building with the rough friction of Hiromi's trapped, twitching cock. Hiromi helped you, rutting up into you, staring at where your lap joined his, his face twisted into a feral snarl.

"--cum on me-- cum on me...shit, I need it, need to see your face when you finish...come on sweetheart--"

Hiromi's insistent growls send you tumbling over the edge, and you came with the sweetest cries Hiromi had ever heard. He watched you convulse and twist above him, his fingers still rolling over your sore nipples, his pupils blown with lust, teeth clenched with the effort of not spilling in his boxers. Hiromi rutted slowly into you, guiding through the haze of your pleasure until you came back to him, glassy-eyed and supple.

Hiromi released your breasts, flipping you over so your arse was on the edge of the sofa, with you on your back. Kneeling, Hiromi positioned himself between your thighs, one hand squeezing the plush of them, while his other pushed the sweatshirt up, his tongue drawing circles on your belly. You tangled your fingers into his hair, tugging until he moaned into your skin. His mouth travelled downwards, dipping beneath your skirt.

"Want to taste you," Hiromi insisted, yanking your panties down your legs, balling them up and shoving them into his back pocket. You opened your mouth to object, suddenly self-conscious. Hiromi growled at you, squeezing your nipple again until you keened at him, high and whimpering.

"Just shut up, and let me taste you," he growled, nuzzling his nose between your folds in an instant, rubbing it harshly from side to side over your sore, abused clit. You clapped a hand over your mouth to hold back the scream. Hiromi reached up, tugging your hand away and gripping them both together on your belly, "and hear you."

Hiromi swore into your cunt, lost in the taste of you, licking quick little flicks over your clit, in a way that filled your head with stars. Your thighs trembled, and you babbled Hiromi's name, watching with fascination as Hiromi unzipped himself, pulling his fat, heavy cock into his hand. He began to stroke himself with wet little plap plap plaps, soaking your pussy with his spit in preparation for sinking himself between your folds.

"Hiromi I-- right there god yes keep going with your nose I love it-- so good, I-- gonna cum, Hiromi--"

The last syllable of his name was dragged out in a sobbing cry. Hearing you whimpering and begging him as his nose and tongue fucked you through the waves of bliss, was worth all these years of your miserable torture, Hiromi thought lightly.

You blushed deeply as Hiromi came up for air, his gleeful face glistening with your cum. He grabbed you by the hips, yanking you so they almost fell off the sofa at an angle you knew would have you twisting against him.

Hiromi grasped his red tipped cock, and you drank it in hungrily; its pretty upward curve, three thick veins running down its length, the thick jet-black hair trailing down his belly. You felt your mouth water, and Hiromi was hyperfocused, sliding his cockhead up and down your folds with hooded eyes, sloppy and pussy-drunk.

"...fuck...I can't wait-- sorry, I--" Hiromi sheathed his length inside your slippy cunt in one slick thrust, whimpering and gripping you to him with dimpled fingerprints, "-- I can't wait any-- ahhh shit, so tight...squeeze my cock, c'mon--"

You didn't need to be told, clenching involuntarily as Hiromi completely impaled you on his cock. Hiromi gasped and cursed, yanking his t-shirt up and gripping it between his teeth, so he could stare down at where his cock sunk into you unhindered.

He fucked into you, slow and smooth, eyes flitting between your fucked-out face, your hands clawing at the sofa, and his cock pushing through your tight walls, its sweet upward curve dragging harshly against your spongy sensitive spot, nudging into your cervix and belly. Hiromi rolled his thumb around your clit, pinching the fatty flesh around it, gently pleasuring you to feel the way your walls fluttered and gripped him.

You locked your ankles around Hiromi's lower back, dragging an animalistic growl out of him. Hiromi stood bringing your hips with him, holding you by the thighs as he planted one hand on the sofa above your head, and upped his pace, fucking into you with messy abandon.

Watching your glasses bounce in time with your tits as he rammed into you, stoked a competitive urge in Hiromi, and he cursed, spitting venom as he upped his pace again. You arched involuntarily, feeling him fill you with such ragged fucks, that you forget where you were, clenching and whining around him.

You felt a fire, deep in the pit of your belly, watching Hiromi with absolute awe as he chased his orgasm, using your body as a cock sleeve with total reverence. Every muscle in his body twitched with effort, and you felt his cock twitching within you as he moaned and cursed. You clenched your pussy deliberately around his length, and Hiromi almost fell apart, his fingernails leaving crescents in the smooth leather of the sofa, his face twisted in anguished ecstasy.

"--so long waited so long-- shhhhit, ugh, s-so tight-- wet, fffuck...squeeze me agai-- oh fuck yes, cumming, I-- I--"

Hiromi broke off into strangled, desperate strings of moans, spurting hot, thick glugs of cum against your cervix. Hiromi continued to pinch and roll around your clit, and you felt yourself judder weakly as you came again, Hiromi gasping as your wet, velvety walls sucked the last spurts of seed from him.

Hiromi dropped to his knees, weak, still plugged inside you, gasping. He dropped his head onto your belly, grinning at the feel of your fingers sinking into his hair, holding him to you. A few sweet moments of companionable silence.

"...still gonna beat you in the morning, though."

Hiromi laughed into your plush belly, biting the soft skin there until you squealed, hearing him mumble against his sweatshirt.

"You wish."

[clinicse]

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Lookism: I can fix him (no really I can)

G/N. Gun, DG, Sammy, Jakey, Ryuhei, Goo, Vin

You didn't roll up your sleeves, ready to fix the men that came into your life. As if you were some amber or red flag magnet, and you had ample time and energy and patience to sort out their issues. Somehow though, it happened anyway. Slowly. Little by little.

With yourself more of a dubious observer more than anything.

Only a fool would invite someone like Gun into their life and not expect troubles. The pitch black eyes are already an obvious omen.

Except. Gun has second thoughts around you. Peaks of humanity showing through his cracks. Fun for Gun used to be fights and bloodshed. Letting his demons out fully. He can never be completely tamed but he realises there's joy, a bone-deep peace, in other things too.

Namely, your company.

James plays his cards to his chest. As James Lee, as Diego Kang, as whoever he may be in the future.

Hides his intention and true character with a detached, arrogant smile. Buries into himself further with his shiny k-pop persona, not letting anyone see his authentic self.

Your touch first cracked his well polished veneer. Your words and keen eyes, astute and observant, blew the gap wide open.

He realises there's no more hiding with you.

Samuel doesn't lack motivation or discipline with most areas of his life. When it comes to his mental health though, it's sorely lacking. Though, delusional and lacking introspection, he never realised it was a problem until you.

He notices your smile dimming during the beginning of his spirals. Feels your absences as he plummets to rock bottom. Craves you with every part of his being as he soars into mania.

Your worried looks and trembling bottom lip gives him the final push he needs to want to improve.

Being Gapryong's son is a part of who Jake is, irrefutable and undeniable. As much as he likes to convince himself he is nothing like his dad, he has fortunately taken all his best traits and foregone the worst.

However. It takes someone like you to come along, that loves all the parts of him-

(Son of the legend of the Pre-generation, the Boss of Big Deal... And the quietest part, the part of him dimmed and muted through the challenges of life, simply Jake Kim, where he can be as he wants to be.)

-For him to finally accept all parts of himself too.

When Ryuhei crushes, falls, obsesses, he finds it hard to fit the whole image of someone in his head.

All their imperfections and flaws and faults are non-existent in his mind. Which sounds harmless and sweet at first thought, but he could never truly connect with anyone if he is only able to see his own perception of them.

But then you showed him all sides of you, forced him to acknowledge the good with the bad, experience the troughs with the peaks.

Until, over time, he fully sees every facet of you.

Being with Goo is like trying to domesticate a wild animal.

He has glimpses of docility assuming he is well fed and well entertained, though he is still likely to bite the hand that feeds at any moment. Of course, only someone used to getting his way would continue being this... deranged.

You take no prisoners. Uncompromising in the way you should be treated, respected, until Goo has no choice but to also fall in line if he wants to keep you by his side.

Vin keeps himself barbed and prickly. Masks his true feelings, his own insecurities, with jokes and insults. Has made more people cry than he can remember and ignores any guilt with a shrug of his shoulders.

He's not a sociopath. It's just that he's been this way for so long he doesn't know how to be anything else.

You cut through the bullshit, give him no judgement for who he is, how he looks, but how he acts.

His jokes are still rude. Insults still mean. But there's no longer any cruelty.

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The Woes of Weddings (Aemond Targaryen x Reader)

You can read the first part, The Woes of Betrothals, but it’s not necessary to read it to understand the plot :) 

Synopsis: Your wedding with Prince Aemond draws near. 

Warnings: fluff, so. much. fluff, p in v sex, tiddy succin’, oral (f! receiving), and fingering, slight impreg kink?? (if i missed out anything someone please tell me I’m too sleep deprived for this), jace shaming (on aemond’s part) 

Word Count: 5K words 

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire and Blood characters, save for Y/N. All credit for the characters goes to George RR Martin and the showrunners of HOTD. The GIF above is also not mine, original credit to the creator is stated above. Go check them out!

A/N: You asked for a sequel to The Woes of Betrothals...and you got it. Featuring my first time writing smut 👀 I’m still improving on my smut writing skills, so please don’t laugh (I spent like five hours pouring about the specifics of smut writing too so) 😳 (see end of chapter for more A/N) 

wonderful dividers credited to @firefly-graphics as always! 

‘By the gods,’ you swore silently to yourself, watching the scene unfold before you, ‘I did not think that I could have anticipated anything quite as worrisome as this.’ 

Your wedding day was in less than a week’s time, and your anxiety was just reaching breaking point. 

You stood uncomfortably on a slightly raised dais, attempting to keep as still as possible while the seamstresses around you fussed with the measurements of your wedding gown and cloak, adjusting it to perfection. You were unsuccessful in your regard, as you occasionally winced from the sharp sting of a needle poking your skin. Helaena sat in one corner of the room, observing the proceedings with a dreamy smile, which you returned. But it was the presence of the Queen Alicent that made you feel a little discomfited. Though the Queen was watching the scene with a smile, you saw glimmer of sorrow in her eyes every now and then, though it was quickly masked by her usual veneer of geniality. You wondered with a small blip of terror if the Queen was having second thoughts of wedding you to her beloved second son, but your worries were soon soothed with the thoughts of your beloved. You had greatly enjoyed the time you had both spent over the past few weeks: he had been nothing but a consummate gentleman and lover, nothing like the rumours of the cold prince you were once deceived by. Even now, thinking of your beloved, you had a rosy tinge to your cheeks and a smile on your face, despite the sting of the needles. You simply could not wait to discover what marital bliss your marriage will bring. 

In another room, Aemond was faring far better than his fair lady was. Despite the rather unneeded presence of his grandsire in the room, scrutinising every move the tailors made, Aemond found himself to be quite far away from current happenings. His mind kept wandering back to his lady, and the sheer elation he felt that he would be wedding her in less than a week. It had been nearly a moon’s turn since he had confessed his true feelings to her, and every day since then has felt like a dream he never wished to wake from. He thought he would never experience more happiness as he had when he had claimed Vhagar, but this…it was a different sort of joy entirely. A contentment far more peaceful, and he found that he preferred this contentment to the hot blooded rush of triumph and adrenaline every time he rode Vhagar or won in his sparring jousts with Ser Criston. 

The both of you had spent the past few weeks spending nearly every waking moment with each other: you watching him train at arms with a wide smile on your lovely face that never ceased to spur him on, which always made Ser Criston raise his eyebrows in both amusement and a sort of pride; both of you discussing histories and philosophies in the library, where Aemond had discovered your passion for dissecting philosophical theology, much to his delight; strolling in the gardens and watching you blush with joy whenever he picked a flower and put it in your hair. He had also made it a custom to bring you a hand-picked bouquet of flowers every day, utterly enchanted by the near ethereal glow of happiness on his lady’s face every time he presented the bouquet to you. If he were a better painter, he would have asked you to sit for a portrait. Alas. Well, he could always commission the best painter in Westeros to do so, although he wasn’t quite sure if they would be able to capture your essence. 

Aemond sometimes thought it foolish that he had fallen in love so hastily, and so deeply at that. But he realised that when he woke up thinking about your smile and went to sleep every night thinking about how to make you smile even wider the next morrow, that no matter how much of a fool’s folly this may be, he wouldn’t have it any other way. He could not wait to be wedded to you. 

The merry toll of bells resounded throughout King’s Landing, as nearly every single noble lord and lady gathered before the Iron Throne to celebrate the wedding of Prince Aemond Targaryen to his much cherished bride. 

Aemond fidgeted nervously with the hem of his sleeves, a habit he hadn’t done since he was a young child. He had never really liked crowds, despite being a Prince. Helaena, who was standing next to him, separating him from a probably drunk Aegon, patted his arm reassuringly. Aemond turned his head to shoot her a small, grateful smile, just as trumpets heralded the entrance of the bride. 

The courtiers turned their head to the doors, and gasps rippled through the crowd as they beheld the bride. Aemond felt as though he had lost all capability to function. 

There you were, gliding towards him in a gown of white, looking like a vision of the Maiden herself. Delicate spirals of gold and flowers adorned the thick brocade and silk of your gown, a thick cloak of your House’s colours draped snugly across your shoulders. You were escorted down the aisle by your lord father, who was beaming with pride while shedding some very non-discrete tears. Aemond felt like weeping himself, and Helaena was tearing up a little herself. 

When you reached the end of the aisle, your father removed the cloak from your shoulders, kissing you on your forehead, before entrusting your hand to Aemond, your beloved, who looked extremely dashing in his intricately tailored white wedding clothes. “Take care of my daughter, Your Grace,” your father said tearfully. Aemond gave the man a nod, “I will love her till the end of my days, my lord. Have no fear.” Then, Aemond turned to face you, a wide smile on his face, as he draped a heavy cloak of black and red across your shoulders. “My princess, my lady wife,” he whispered softly to you, caressing your hand in his. You smiled back at him, “My prince. My lord husband.” The both of you walked to the septon, pure joy emanating from your faces, as he officially pronounced the both of you man and wife, much to the raucous cheers of the crowd behind you. 

The wedding feast was underway, and laughter and merriment was abound. For your first dance, you were whirled around the room by your husband, whose smile had not left his face since the moment he saw you. “I find it difficult to believe this is your first time waltzing, husband,” you said incredulously. “You are as nimble and graceful as any other lord in the room.” Aemond laughed softly, “Believe it or not, my lady, it is the first.” “But why?” you questioned, as Aemond twirled you around. Aemond looked hesitant, before answering softly, “Perhaps it was because I’ve never found the right dancing partner, until now.” You blushed, unsure of how to answer back, when Prince Jacaerys cut in, gallantly asking you for a dance, which you happily granted. What you did not notice however, was Aemond clenching his jaw as he watched you being whisked away by Lord Strong, but he shoved down the overbearing urge to punch the bastard in his face. ‘My love would be unhappy if I ruined our night,’ he kept repeating to himself, although he clenched his fists when he returned to the table and Aegon shot him a smirk, having saw everything. “Weren’t you drowning yourself in your cups, brother?” Aemond narrowed his eyes at him. “And weren’t you dancing with your bride? Oh wait,” Aegon said mockingly, “You’ve been forsaken for Jace once more.” 

Now Aegon was the one Aemond wished to punch. But he took a deep breath, not wanting to cause any conflict on such a joyous night. It wasn’t worth it to get riled up over Aegon’s japes, it never was. However, Aemond felt miserable as he watched you getting twirled around by Jace, laughing with him, instead of him. No matter, in the end, it was him that was your husband, not the Strong bastard, nor anyone else. 

You were a little out of breath, after being asked to dance by three other lords after Prince Jacaerys. Now, you were exhausted, and wished nothing more than to return to your husband’s side and converse with him, particularly about…You felt your cheeks heat up at the thought. Of your wedding night. 

Spotting your husband sitting at the head table, you began to make your way towards him, but you were stopped by a familiar figure swathed in Hightower green. “Your Grace,” your eyes widened, before you dropped to a curtsey. Queen Alicent looked down at you with a smile, “At ease, please, we are family now, after all. You should address me as Mother instead.” You straightened, looking unsure as you glanced at your husband, who had already noticed you being accosted by his mother and was looking a little concerned. “Of course, Your Gr- I mean, Mother,” you said hesitantly. Queen Alicent’s smile turned a little warmer, “You may relax, dear, I merely wanted to have a conversation with you, from mother to daughter-in-law. Would you mind having a drink with me?” 

“I would be honoured, Your Grace.” Queen Alicent swept towards her seat at the head of the table, you following obediently behind her, but not before looking to your husband for guidance, and perhaps some help. As you passed by Aemond, he squeezed your hand in a reassuring gesture, which made your nerves sooth a little. ‘I can do this’, you chanted in your head, ‘tis only the Queen after all. And we are family now, this sort of thing is inescapable.’ Queen Alicent gestured for you to take a seat, as the servants began pouring wine into your goblets. “I trust you understand what would happen after the wedding feast, yes?” You fought the urge to blush, as you answered, “Yes, Your- Mother. Septa Marlow has kindly instructed me on the matter.” The Queen nodded approvingly, “Good, then we can move on to the other matter I wish to speak of then.” You were startled, what other matter could the Queen wish to speak of with you? 

The Queen took a sip of her wine, and for the first time, you noticed a certain sort of apprehension in her expression. The Queen said your name carefully, before asking, “Are you happy with my son?” You were struck by her sudden question, but you answered truthfully, “Yes, I am. He’s chivalrous, kind, and I have no doubt he would be a loving husband. I couldn’t have found a better husband.” The Queen smiled, but there was a certain bitterness in it. “You do not know how it warms my heart to hear you say so. Among my sons, I cherish Aemond the most. Though he may be…impassioned at times, my son is a good man. And it pleases me so that he is lucky enough to have found a wonderful woman such as you as his wife. I am certain that you will both have a happy union.” You blinked, taken aback by the scale of her compliments, “Thank you, my Queen. You flatter me, truly.” Suddenly, Aemond appeared next to you, hand on your shoulder as he greeted his mother. “Mother, if I may, I must steal my wife away for the moment. It is nearly time for the bedding ceremony.” 

“Oh, yes, I nearly forgot about that.” The Queen laughs, standing up. She pecked her son on the cheek, “Well, the both of you best be off to your bedchambers then. I will await for the both of you to break fast with me on the morrow.” Aemond inclined his head and smiled tenderly at his mother, “Of course, Mother. I bid you good night.” When the Queen had walked away, Aemond gave you a sheepish smile, “Did my mother trouble you in any way?” You shook your head, though you were still reeling a little at the oddity of your conversation with the Queen. “No, my love…she only wished to express her congratulations to our union.” 

Aemond breathed a sigh of relief, the tension seeping out of his muscles. “I’m glad to hear that.” He lowered his head to whisper huskily in your ear, “Now…how scandalous do you think it would be if I swept you into my arms right now and carried you to our bedchambers to consummate our marriage?” You looked at him with a mix of amusement and mortification, trying to discern how serious he was being. “I think we would be unable to show our face in court for nigh a moon’s turn.” 

Aemond sighed mournfully, “A shame then….that I do not much care for that.” With that, he scooped you up into his arms, grinning wolfishly at your shriek of surprise and the bemused and intrigued looks the rest of the court was giving the both of you. “Please, continue to enjoy the feast, my lords and ladies. Tonight, I wish to express to my lady wife how elated I am at our union.” You heard Prince Aegon whistle at Aemond’s antics, and you buried your face in Aemond’s chest, unable to face the crowd as he carried you out the throne room. When the both of you reached your bedchambers, Aemond set you down gently, and smiled, “Was that too much?” 

“Very much so,” you admitted, feeling your face burn. Aemond found it rather adorable that you were so embarrassed. “I do not think I can face anybody in court for the next few weeks.” Aemond laughed, sweeping you into an embrace and kissing you on the forehead, “Worry not, my love. If things go as planned…I can assure you you will not be leaving our bedchambers for a moon’s turn.” 

You gaped, a little awestruck at your husband’s newfound boldness. He seemed to have transformed greatly from the shy, yet affectionate prince you had been spending your time with, into a confident, and evidently starved man, who was scanning you with such a greedy gleam in his lone violet eye that made a strange heat flare in your abdomen. His hands on your waist, he leaned in to whisper to you, “I trust you know what that entails?” You nodded slightly, not trusting yourself to speak at the moment, gazing up at his eye, which was clouded over in reverence and lust. “Good,” he whispered, “Now, would you allow your husband to unlace your bodice and help you out of your gown?” You nodded meekly. He smiled tenderly at you, turning you around and getting to work undoing your laces. You gasped when you felt your husband plant a kiss onto your exposed neck. “Are you nervous, my love?” Aemond asked sweetly, finally loosening the last laces of your dress.

“Yes…” you murmured softly, feeling anxiety begin to build in you as Aemond began to tug off your gown. “I’ve…I’ve never…” 

Aemond turned you around to face him again, your bodice hanging around your waist by now, and his breathing was growing more erratic by the second. But his expression was loving as he said, “I know, my love. I know. I don’t want you to worry, all you need to do is lay there and allow me to give you your pleasure. Is that alright?” “But I wish to please you too,” you protested softly. Aemond took your hand in his and planted a kiss to the back of it, his gaze never leaving yours. “To be able to bring you pleasure is the greatest satisfaction I could ever want for, my love. Now…” He finally undresses you, making quick work of your smallclothes. 

The first sight of your bare form has him questioning if he had truly died and went to heaven. You were the most marvellous sight he had ever laid eyes upon: your skin smooth and glowing in the firelight, your gait shy, legs pressed together to hide the growing arousal he had no doubt was pooling between your thighs. “Oh, my love…” 

“Why? Is there something wrong?” you ask worriedly. Aemond shook his head, cupping your cheeks softly. “On the contrary, nothing has felt more right.” He directed you to sit on the bed, and you watched, riveted as he began to undress himself, his eye never leaving your face. He wanted to savour every single expression that graced your features tonight. When he had stripped himself off his doublet and smallclothes, you couldn’t help but admire the sight before you. He was majestic, his frame lithe and muscled. You let out a small gasp when you saw some scars littering his abdomen, tracing your fingers over them. His affectionate gaze followed you as you did. “How did you get these?” you asked quietly, looking up at your husband again. He smiled, threading a hand through your hair, “Just some scars from training at arms, my love. I wasn’t quite as proficient with the sword when I was younger, you know.” You continued tracing over them gently, almost reverently. “Do you…think they’re ugly?” Aemond asked quietly. You shook your head fervently, which made Aemond feel relieved. “Of course not, my love! Like my father likes to say, all scars tell of a story of failure, and how you managed to overcome them.” Aemond looked bemused, “Well, your father was very wise.” Aemond gently pushed your hands away, hands moving to his belt. “But enough of this talk, I think I’m neglecting the main purpose of the night: which is to lavish upon my beautiful wife all the attention she rightfully deserves.” 

You opened your mouth to protest, but you soon felt your mouth running dry as Aemond undid his belt and shucked off his pants. You had seen an illustration of a man’s…cock several times, when you had the misfortune of stumbling upon a copy of ‘A Caution for Young Girls’ and several rather raunchy books by Grand Maester Elysar. But that all seemed like child’s play compared to the man before you. “Aemond, I…” you shut your mouth for fear of blurting out something that was very indecent, although from your state of undress, decency was the furthest thing from your mind now. 

Aemond chuckled, bringing a hand to stroke your cheek gently. “Are you impressed by what you see, ñuha jorrāelagon?” Aemond asked teasingly. “Nuha jorrāelagon?” you wrinkled your forehead in a most adorable display. “It means my love in High Valyrian. I think that’s more unique than simply calling you my love in the Common Tongue. You deserve nothing but the most special things, after all. Which is why-” Your eyes widened as Aemond got onto his knees before you, grinning up at you mischievously. “I plan to make this the most memorable wedding night in history.” 

“I-” you were cut off as Aemond began lavishing kisses on your breasts and chest, fingers nimbly flicking at your sensitive nipples. “Oh, Aemond!” you cried out, as his mouth replaced his fingers, gripping tightly onto his shoulders. “Mmm, and here I thought I would never hear a sweeter sound from your lips,” Aemond hummed gently against your skin, the sensation nearly driving you crazy. “Keep them coming, ñuha jorrāelagon.” 

You gasped as you felt Aemond gently prying your legs apart, exposing your soaked cunny to him. Within a heartbeat, his fingers grazed over your cunt, making you cry out and arch your back. “My love-” You were interrupted by the sensation of Aemond inserting a finger inside of you, while his hot mouth was still sucking at your erect nipples. Your husband was a fan of interrupting you, it seems. “How does that feel, ñuha jorrāelagon?” Aemond asked in a sultry tone. “Good?” 

“Yes, so good. So, so good,” you moaned out, nails digging into Aemond’s shoulder as he added a second finger and began pumping a little faster, encouraged by how wet your cunt was becoming for him. He grinned devilishly, moving his mouth from your nipples to your neck. You let out another cry as you felt Aemond’s teeth sink into the soft flesh just above your collarbone, before immediately soothing it over with his tongue. Aemond let out a groan as he felt you becoming even wetter as he left love bites across your neck, he didn’t even know it was possible for him to get even more turned on by how aroused you were getting from the pain. His cock was growing even more painfully hard by the second, and he gritted his teeth, trying to will himself to calm down. ‘This night is about her pleasure,’ he told himself sternly, ‘You can have your pleasure later, when she is satisfied first.’ 

You let out a whine as you felt Aemond remove his fingers, but a moan soon replaced whatever complaints you had when Aemond latched his tongue onto your cunt, licking and slurping at your juices like a starved man. Digging your fingers into Aemond’s shoulder, you felt an unfamiliar sensation begin building in your stomach as Aemond’s tongue began flicking and sucking at your clit, making you squirm. Aemond kept one firm hand on your thigh, while the other wandered up to play with your breasts. “Aemond…Aemond!” you cried out as you felt your “peak” (Coryanne Wylde had described that in A Caution For Young Girls) hit you, making your orgasm gush out all over Aemond’s tongue. Aemond groaned, feeling his cock become painfully hard as he watched you climax right before him. He continued devouring your cunt, determined to make you orgasm again. The taste of you was just too sweet that he had to have you come undone on his tongue again. You moaned and cried out, writhing as you felt the sensation building up in your stomach again. Your second peak came much sooner this time, in part due to how sensitive your clit was. Aemond dutifully lapped up every last drop of your juices, sucking at your clit before withdrawing and wiping his mouth with a grin. You looked completely blissed out, if not a bit lost as to what had happened. “Are you alright, ñuha jorrāelagon?” Aemond asked softly, hands caressing your thighs. You nodded shyly, and Aemond smirked. “Good.” 

You yelped as Aemond pushed you onto the bed, your back hitting the sheets with a soft thump. The cool silk sheets were a welcome contrast to your burning skin, as Aemond grabbed your legs and hooked them around his waist. He leaned down to capture your lips with his, his kiss nothing like the chaste ones you had shared before. This kiss was messy, filled with lustful need, as he eagerly delved into your mouth with his tongue, fighting the urge to smirk when he heard you moan helplessly into his mouth at the pleasure. And it was about to get better for you, and for him as well. 

You were breathing heavily as Aemond finally broke your intense kiss, looking up at your husband like he was a god. You noticed a hungry gleam in his eye as he leaned in to whisper, “This might hurt a bit, ñuha jorrāelagon. But I swear, the pleasure will overtake the pain soon enough. Do you trust me?” 

You gulped, but you tried to put on a brave face as you replied,  “I trust you, my love..” Aemond bent down to kiss you sweetly. “Thank you, ñuha jorrāelagon. Just hold on to me, alright?” 

Your brows furrowed, but you squeezed your eyes shut in pain at the next moment, when you felt your husband’s cock slip between your folds and inside you. You cried out, the discomfort jarring you as he gradually sunk into you, letting you get used to his huge size. Aemond stroked your cheek softly, kissing away the tears that had formed at your eyes. “It’s alright, ñuha jorrāelagon. It will get better, I promise.” And he was right, you felt the pain ebb away slowly, replaced by a yearning for Aemond to move inside of you. “Aemond,” you whispered, “Husband. Could you move, please?” 

Aemond smiled tenderly at you. “With pleasure, ābrazȳrys.” He slowly rolled his hips, and you felt your eyes flutter shut with pleasure. “Oh…feels so good, my love.” Aemond chuckled softly, moving in and out of you in a leisurely pace, enjoying the sight before him. “I’m glad to hear that, ñuha jorrāelagon. I’m going to pick up the pace now, is that alright?” You nodded, desperate to relieve the ache you felt. Aemond kissed you on the nose, before speeding up, causing your eyes to roll back. “Seven hells,” Aemond swore, panting a little, “You’re so tight for me. So perfect.” You moaned at his words, feeling a hot wave of shame, but also arousal wash over you. His words were so filthy…but you wanted to hear more of it. Aemond moved even faster, his own pleasure overtaking whatever rational thought he had about taking it slow. You whimpered when you felt him hit a spongy spot, tightening your grip on his shoulder at how deep he was going. 

“I love you so much, you know,” Aemond panted out, his silver hair now in disarray and his forehead beaded with sweat as he thrusted inside you. “More than anything in the world. I never thought it was possible for me to love someone to this extent, but you…with you, everything feels possible. I would move mountains for you, ñuha jorrāelagon.” You bit your lip, touched by his words. Moving your hand to the strap of his eyepatch, you murmured, “May I?” Aemond swallowed, feeling reluctant for you to see his actual face, to see the ugly scar that tormented him constantly. But you seemed so genuine, so earnest, that he could only nod stiffly. You pulled it off, setting the eyepatch aside, and ran your finger gently on his scar. You beheld the sight of his sapphire eye without much fear, or disgust, both reactions that Aemond had been fearing, and he let out a sigh of relief, leaning down to kiss you again, before trailing his lips onto your neck and collarbone. 

“You are truly wondrous, ñuha jorrāelagon, do you know that? You make me want to learn every little thing about you…all your likes, your dislikes, what makes you beam and what makes you tick…I just want to never stop learning about you.” Aemond whispered against your skin. “No other books in the world, both known and unknown, could measure up to the enchanting goddess that is you, ñuha jorrāelagon. I love you, so much.” 

You moaned softly, moving to tug at Aemond’s hair as he left more love bites on your neck. “I love you too, Aemond. From now, till the end of our days. You are the sun in my universe. No, more than that. You are my moon, my light, my reason to keep breathing. You are everything to me.” 

Aemond groaned softly, feeling his own release getting closer as he listened to your declaration of love. He leaned his forehead against yours, breathing heavily, “Thank you, ñuha jorrāelagon. Thank you for not turning away from me. For loving me. For not seeing me as lesser than.” You tilted your head upwards to give him a tender smooch on the lips. “You never need to thank me for loving you, Aemond. You are deserving of it. And I promise to show you all the love that you deserve throughout our marriage.” And that was the final straw for Aemond. With a throaty moan, he spilled inside of you, feeling your walls clench around him as he did. You followed shortly after, reaching your third climax of the night as you arched your back in pleasure. Aemond continued thrusting inside you, letting you ride out your peak, as he kissed you fervently. You tangled your hands in his hair, moaning into his mouth. After a while, Aemond finally ceased moving in you, pulling out of you. He broke your kiss and pecked you on the forehead, “Wait here, ñuha jorrāelagon.” You watched, confused, as Aemond disappeared, returning with a wet cloth. He sat next to you, cleaning up the mess of fluids on your thighs, where you noticed a small spot of blood on the sheets. ‘My maidenhood,’ you thought, chewing on your bottom lip. ‘It seems I am well and truly a woman now.’ You watched with wide eyes as Aemond kissed up your thighs softly, before pushing his fingers inside your cunny again, causing you to gasp out. “It’s to make sure my seed isn’t wasted, ñuha jorrāelagon,” Aemond explained, stroking your skin softly. “I hope that it’ll get you with child a little sooner.” 

You felt your cheeks flush as he planted a final kiss over your cunt, smirking as he murmured, “I would like nothing more than to see your belly swell with my child, ñuha jorrāelagon. I am sure that you would be a wonderful mother.” 

He then disposed of the cloth, settling next to you on the bed comfortably and taking you into his embrace. “Did I hurt you anywhere, ñuha jorrāelagon?” Aemond asked you with a concerned look on his face. You smiled reassuringly, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Don’t worry, I’m alright. You didn’t hurt me anywhere.” “I’m glad,” he smiled, before his expression turned coy. “And was everything to your satisfaction, ñuha jorrāelagon?” You laughed, “It was everything the romance novels promised.” That answer pleased him, and he swept you into another kiss, his thumb swiping across your cheekbones. 

‘And so, Prince Aemond of House Targaryen took Lady Y/N of House Y/H/N to bride in 126 AC, and all who witnessed their nuptials agreed that the match was well made, indeed. Prince Aemond and Lady Y/N’s union would prove to be both happy and fruitful, bringing forth five children: three sons and two daughters.’ 

-from the chronicles of Fire and Blood, on the reign of Viserys the Peaceful, written by Archmaester Gyldayn.

translations: ābrazȳrys - wife, ñuha jorrāelagon - my love 

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Shadows and Flames

Summary: Pheonix, a fierce and dedicated warrior, is indebted to Rhysand for saving her from the horrors of the illyrian camps. when she's assigned a perilous mission to retrieve a powerful weapon from the spring court, what happens when she must team up with Eris Vanserra? the cunning and untrustworthy heir of the autumn court

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Part 2

Eris Pov

Rhysand clasped his hands together firmly on the smooth wooden table, his gaze shifting between his wife and Eris with an unmistakable expression of distrust. Eris scratched at the freshly burnt scars on his arms, a grim reminder of his father’s wrath for not disclosing his whereabouts while he was supposed to be on patrol. Sawyer, that incessant tattletale, had seized the opportunity to undermine him, reflecting his jealousy for the attention Eris received from his father—attention he never sought.

"We need to send you with one of our members," a deep voice cut through Eris’s thoughts. He looked up, his expression impassive. Rhysand was meticulous, never missing a beat or an opportunity to stay several steps ahead. The idea of being paired with someone from the Inner Circle complicated matters even more.

"To ensure everything goes smoothly," Rhysand added, his smile a veneer masking his true intent. Eris knew the real meaning: "to make sure you don’t go rogue." He maintained a neutral expression, forcing a tight-lipped smile.

"And who exactly is this person you're so eager to send with me?" Feyre’s gaze was intense, her curiosity barely concealed as she glanced at Eris.

"You will be informed in due course," Rhysand replied.

Frustration flared within Eris. "Time is of the essence. I can’t keep returning here. My father is already growing suspicious, and I can’t afford to give him more excuses."

Rhysand cleared his throat. "You will receive a letter with all the necessary details. For now, stay put." His calm demeanor faltered momentarily, revealing a flicker of anger before it was masked again. Eris offered a small, empty smile.

"If that’s all, I’d like to return. Some of us have tasks to finish." Feyre rolled her eyes and dismissed him with a wave. Ignoring her, Eris winnowed away without a backward glance.

Phoenix’s POV

Your hand tightened around the hilt of the blade, your stance precise as you threw with practiced accuracy. The blade hit the bull’s eye once again, but the routine was becoming monotonous. You needed a greater challenge. A cold wind cut through your leathers, and you turned, scanning the area.

"I know it’s you, Azriel," you called out. A series of soft curses followed, and shadows began to coalesce. Azriel was attempting to improve his stealth skills. Despite his talents, you could always spot him, much to his frustration. You chuckled softly.

"Don’t worry, you’ll master it soon enough," you said.

Azriel emerged, his large wings stretching to fill the space. He frowned at you, clearly annoyed. "I need to make sure you can’t detect me. That’s when I’ll truly know I’m invisible," he said, scratching his chin.

"Is the Shadowsinger feeling embarrassed?" you teased, pouting. Azriel glared at you before a sly smile tugged at his lips.

"By the way, Rhysand wants to see you."

You rolled your eyes. "Seriously? What does he want now?" Azriel’s grin widened.

"Don’t know, but I have a feeling it’s something you’ll enjoy," he said, emphasizing the last word. You turned and made your way to the House of Wind’s staircase, flipping Azriel a playful middle finger. His rich laughter echoed after you, fading into the distance.

The last time Rhysand summoned you like this was to send you on a distasteful mission to the Court of Nightmares, where you had to seduce Keir—a repugnant experience you still shudder to recall. You felt the remnants of that encounter as you approached Rhysand’s office, your long blonde hair a tight, unwelcome bun that strained against your scalp. Training demanded focus, and loose hair was a distraction.

As you neared the office, you heard voices—one unmistakably Rhysand’s, and the other, Cassian’s.

"But that’s too dangerous! You know what he might do to her. He could hurt her, and we wouldn’t know!" Cassian's voice was tinged with concern. You paused, listening as Rhysand’s calm response cut through.

"Pheonix, please come in," he said. You groaned and entered the room. Cassian didn’t acknowledge you as you asked, "What’s going on?"

Rhysand sighed. "I need you to go on a mission."

You froze. "What kind of mission?"

Rhysand’s violet eyes sparkled with determination. "I need you to accompany Eris to retrieve an artifact—a dagger forged by the Cauldron itself—"

You tuned out at the mention of Eris. His history with Mor was something you could never forget, and sweat beaded on your brow. Rhysand noticed your reaction and paused.

"Phoenix, are you listening?" he asked.

You swallowed and nodded. "Yes, I’m listening."

"This dagger is crucial; it’s the only weapon capable of killing Beron," Rhysand continued. Your thoughts raced—Beron had been growing more powerful with his alliance with the King of Hybern. The possibility of another war was chilling. You forced yourself to speak.

"But why can’t I go alone? You know I work better solo," you argued, making air quotes.

Rhysand furrowed his brows. "Eris is the only one who knows the area well; it’s in the Spring Court. His presence will be less suspicious. Cassian started to speak, but Rhysand cut him off. "This is your choice, phoenix . I won’t force you, but all other options are exhausted. I would send Azriel or Cassian, but Eris knows them well and their weaknesses. On the other hand, Eris has never met you. You’re a complete unknown to him."

You rubbed your fingers together, suppressing your emotions. "I’ll do it. We all have to make necessary sacrifices," you said, more to yourself than anyone else.

Rhysand beamed. "Thank you, Phoenix. It means a lot." Cassian stood in stunned silence as you bowed and slowly left the room, leaving without another word.

The next few days were filled with relentless training sessions that Azriel insisted upon. He constantly muttered about Eris being a traitor and untrustworthy. Cassian was furious. He treated you like a sister and was determined to keep you safe. But what he didn’t understand was your deep-seated obligation to Rhysand, who had saved you from the horrific Illyrian camps when you were a child. You felt an unwavering duty to repay him. It was a principle instilled in you from a young age: your life belonged to him. Cassian insisted that Rhysand had saved you out of compassion, not to be repaid. Yet, your upbringing and sense of duty drove you to serve him. This meant embarking on missions with the arrogant and potentially treacherous Eris Vanserra, never knowing if he might betray you.

As you walked toward your room, the pain from fifteen hours of intense training radiated from your back to your feet. If you were to face the upcoming mission, you needed every ounce of strength. You reached for the golden handle and paused—it was unlocked. You always locked your room. Narrowing your eyes, you sensed someone inside. The warmth of the handle confirmed it.

With your long silver blade ready, you flung the door open. Scanning the room, your gaze landed on a figure and you immediately knew who it was. Eris stood there, his red hair styled to perfection, cascading smoothly around his face. His jaw was clenched, and his auburn eyes blazed with a fiery intensity. His physique was impressive; his tunic fitted him perfectly, accentuating his muscular shoulders. An overcoat draped elegantly over him, and his black pants clung to his powerful thighs. His boots, polished and black, made a soft, deliberate sound with each step. His presence was magnetic, almost as if he was meant to be the first thing your eyes landed on. You tried to mask your surprise as he spoke.

"You’re quite the warrior, aren’t you?" His voice was smooth, laced with an enigmatic challenge.

“What the fuck?” you almost screamed, stalking towards him with the blade pressed to his throat. The bastard just continued smiling wickedly, as if this was exactly what he wanted you to do.

“She’s feisty, it seems,” he drawled, his smile widening. He smelled of peppermint, autumn leaves, and sandalwood—a scent that was both comforting and infuriating.

Your right leg bent, trapping his legs, ensuring he couldn’t escape. “What do you want?” you demanded, your voice low and dangerous.

Eris’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he tilted his head slightly. “Relax, Phoenix. I’m here to discuss our mission.”

You tightened your grip on the blade, pressing it harder against his throat. “And you couldn’t have waited for a more appropriate time or place?”

Eris chuckled softly, the sound reverberating through the room. “Where’s the fun in that? Besides, I thought you might appreciate a bit of... excitement after your training. Your room is beautiful, I must say. Pity you aren’t worthy of it.”

Your cheeks burned at the thought of Eris seeing your nightgown that you always left hanging in your room. You glared at him, your patience wearing thin. “Get to the point, Eris. What do you want?”

He stepped closer, the air between you crackling with tension. “I want to ensure that we’re on the same page before we head into the Spring Court. This mission requires precision, cooperation.” His eyes flicked to the nightgown hanging in the corner, and a smirk tugged at his lips. “And perhaps a bit more trust.”

“Trust?” you scoffed. “You’re the last person I’d trust, Eris. Especially after what you did to Mor.”

His smirk faltered for a moment, a flash of anger darkening his eyes. “She deserved it, didn’t she?”

Your grip on the blade tightened, every muscle in your body coiled with anger. “Don’t you dare.”

Just then, Rhysand’s sharp claws scratched at your mind and you took a few steps back. “You are to discuss with him how you will go about the mission, to ensure everything is going as planned. There isn’t much time left; you leave tomorrow at dawn.”

You felt like slicing Rhysand’s throat. “And you didn’t think of informing me beforehand, before some intruder invaded my personal space?”

Rhysand spoke, guilt lacing his tone. “It all happened too fast, sorry about that. Now go ahead and have fun, will you?” he chuckled.

You opened your mouth to say something when Eris began walking towards you. You held out your sword, pointing the tip towards him. He raised his hands in defense, smirking. Cauldron, this was going to be a long day.

"So, you’re the one member of Rhysand’s inner circle I’ve never met. Phoenix, is it? Quite clever of Rhysand to send me someone I have never met. What he doesn’t know is that I can find out a lot about someone in a matter of hours," his mask was unfazed and arrogant.

You narrowed your eyes, the blade in your hand trembling with the effort it took to hold back your anger. “And what makes you think I’ll let you get that close?”

Eris’s smirk widened, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Oh, I don’t need to get close. I can read people from a distance. And you, Phoenix, are an open book.”

You ground your teeth, lowering the sword just a fraction. “You think you know me? You don’t know anything.”

He stepped closer, his movements fluid and unhurried. “I know enough. I know you’re loyal to a fault, that you’re driven by a debt you think you owe. I know you’re strong, fierce, and that you don’t trust easily. And I know that right now, you’re wondering if you can survive this mission with me without losing your sanity.”

You swallowed hard, hating how accurately he’d read you. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you? This mission isn’t a game, Eris. If you screw up, it’s my head on the line.”

He dropped his hands, his expression turning serious. “I know what’s at stake, Phoenix. Believe me, I have just as much to lose. However, I would really like to know how you have never been seen before as a member of Rhysand’s inner circle.”

You crossed your arms, matching his intensity. “Maybe you’re not as informed as you think you are, Eris. I’ve been in the shadows, handling things that required a... discreet touch. Not every battle is fought on the front lines.”

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Interesting. So, you’re the secret weapon then?”

“Call it what you want,” you replied, your voice steady. “But don’t underestimate me just because you haven’t seen me in action.”

He nodded slowly, not showing any hint of emotion. “Let’s just get this over with. I am to lead this mission, especially if we are going to the Spring Court. Tamlin is not someone easy to fool.”

You clenched your jaw, suppressing your irritation. “Lead the mission, fine. But I make my own decisions when it comes to my safety.”

Eris tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing. “Agreed. Just know that if you compromise the mission, I won’t hesitate to do what’s necessary.”

“Likewise,” you shot back, meeting his gaze head-on. “We both have our roles to play, and I don’t intend to be a liability. But just remember, I won’t and never will trust you. Given who your father is.”

You immediately regretted how far you’d gone because his expression subtly changed, and anger radiated through him before he calmed it down and spoke, smirking. “Let’s not forget, you are an orphan, Phoenix.”

You felt the sting of his words like a physical blow, your breath catching in your throat. But you refused to let him see how much it hurt. “Being an orphan doesn’t define me,” you said, your voice steady. “It’s made me stronger. And it’s why I’ll do whatever it takes to protect those I care about.”

His smirk didn’t waver. “Is that so? Well, then, perhaps you’ll prove useful after all.”

The venom in his words was unmistakable, and it took all your self-control not to lash out. “You’re a monster,” you hissed, your voice low and filled with contempt.

Eris’s smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with a cold amusement. “Perhaps. But monsters have their uses, don’t they? Especially when you need to navigate the treacherous waters of Tamlin’s court.”

You sighed, the weight of the mission settling heavily on your shoulders. “Do you have the maps and necessary details we need to go over? Because, hell, we need a plan.”

Eris's smirk softened into something almost serious. “Of course.” He reached into his overcoat and pulled out a rolled parchment, spreading it on a nearby flat surface. The detailed map of the Spring Court unfurled before you, showing paths, patrol routes, and the location of the vault.

“Here,” he said, pointing to a small, nearly invisible path. “This is our best route. It’s less guarded and will give us the cover we need to get close without being seen.”

You studied the map, noting the twists and turns of the path. “And the guards? How many are we looking at?”

Eris’s finger moved to several marked spots. “Tamlin has increased security, but most of the guards are concentrated near the main entrance and the throne room. If we stick to this route, we should encounter minimal resistance.”

You nodded, mentally tracing the path. “What about the vault itself? Any additional defenses?”

He hesitated, then produced another smaller piece of parchment. “This is the layout of the vault. It’s heavily warded, but I’ve managed to procure a few counter spells. They should get us through the main door, but once inside, we’ll need to be quick. The wards will start to reset the moment we break them.”

“Great,” you muttered, absorbing the information. “So, we break in, grab the dagger, and get out before the wards reengage.”

“Precisely,” Eris said. “But there’s one more thing.” He looked at you, his expression unreadable. “The dagger is guarded by an ancient sentinel. It’s powerful and will be alerted the moment we breach the vault. We need to be prepared for a fight.”

You rolled your shoulders, feeling the tension build. “Any weaknesses we can exploit?”

“Fire,” he replied. “The sentinel is weak to fire. But it’s not easy to bring down. We’ll need to be strategic about it.”

You took a deep breath, the reality of the mission settling in. “Alright. We stick to the plan, stay focused, and we’ll get through this. But may I know how exactly you’re going to get Tamlin to let you in wherever you want? He’s not exactly going to think you’re just here for a vacation.”

Eris grinned, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “I didn’t want to mention it since you might get too emotional, but my plan is to tell him that I’m married and have come to spend my honeymoon in Spring. It’s tradition, after all, for a honeymoon to be spent in the neighboring courts.”

You stared at him, trying to process the absurdity of his plan. “Seriously? That’s your grand strategy? A fake marriage? You’re nuts if you think I’m going to partake in this.”

Eris’s grin widened, his confidence unwavering. “Already nervous, princess? We’ve barely started—oh, I know, I guess you’ve never been close to an extremely handsome male before.”

You glared at him, the annoyance in your voice unmistakable. “Do not call me ‘princess.’”

Eris chuckled, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “But you are one, aren’t you? Helpless, a damsel in distress.”

Your eyes flashed with indignation. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. Don’t mistake my focus and caution for weakness.”

Eris’s grin didn’t waver. “Oh, I’m sure you’re more capable than you let on. Just don’t be surprised if your ‘damsel’ facade doesn’t hold up under pressure.”

Your cheeks flushed at his audacity, but you refused to back down. “You love to flatter yourself, huh? I guess it’s because you barely receive any compliments.”

Eris raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement. “Is that what you think? Or are you just trying to deflect from your own discomfort?”

You crossed your arms, trying to maintain your composure. “Maybe a bit of both. But let’s be clear: if we’re going to pull off this mission, we need to focus on the task, not on your ego.”

Eris chuckled softly, the sound like a caress. “Is the princess scared she’s going to fall in love with me?”

You narrowed your eyes, struggling to keep your voice steady. “You’re delusional if you think that’s even a possibility. My focus is on the mission, not on your over-inflated ego.”

Eris’s grin widened, clearly entertained by your reaction. “Oh, I see. So it’s just my ego that’s troubling you? Not the fact that we’re about to spend a lot of time together in close quarters?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves in your stomach. “One, we’re here to do a job. Nothing more. And two, don’t think I’m going to kiss you or anything.”

He smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Already thinking so far, huh, princess? You’re more invested in this relationship than I am.”

You raised an eyebrow, meeting his gaze with a steady look. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m simply focused on making sure we don’t screw up. Your relationship status is the last thing on my mind.”

Eris’s smirk deepened, clearly enjoying the exchange. “Is that so? You seem awfully concerned about how this ‘relationship’ plays out. Maybe you’re more intrigued than you let on.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the heat rising to your cheeks. “You’re reading too much into it. I’m just here to get the job done and stay alive.”

He stared out the window. “Trust me, it’ll work. Tamlin’s pride and tradition are his weaknesses. He’ll be too pleased to host a high-ranking member of the Autumn Court on what he believes is a romantic visit to bother questioning my motives.”

You raised an eyebrow. “And what if he decides to test your story?”

“Then,” Eris said with a shrug, “we’ll improvise. After all, improvisation is an art I’ve mastered.”’

You pondered aloud, “Why can’t we just get Tamlin on our side? Doesn’t he want Beron dead as well?”

Eris’s smile twisted into something cruel. “Have you learned nothing, princess? Tamlin cannot be trusted. He will go running to my father the moment he notices something is off.”

You smirked. “And you don’t think he’ll notice that the arrogant, insufferable Eris Vanserra managed to find a wife?”

Eris’s smirk widened, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong. Tamlin’s arrogance and pride will blind him to the truth. He’ll see this as a chance to flaunt his hospitality and believe he’s outwitting me. The more ostentatious my ‘marriage,’ the more he’ll want to prove his superiority by playing along.”

A thought struck you. “Eris,” you said, glancing back at him. “If you betray me or try anything-”

“I know,” he interrupted, his voice calm. “But for now, our goals align. Let’s focus on that.”

“Now will you leave my room?” you muttered, irritation edging your voice.

Eris raised his hands in mock surrender, his smirk still in place. “As you wish, princess. I’ll leave you to your peace and quiet. Just don’t kill yourself thinking about me in the process.”

He turned with a flourish, his footsteps echoing as he made his way out. The door closed behind him, and you were left with a mix of frustration and reluctant amusement. His parting shot stung, but you couldn’t deny that a part of you was already bracing for the unpredictability he brought with him.

The next day was a whirlwind of activity. Your belongings were packed with precision: knives, daggers, poison, and every conceivable tool you might need to escape or navigate any situation. In the midst of this chaos, a package arrived from Eris.

Inside was a stunning autumn dress. The fiery red fabric seemed to capture the essence of the season, adorned with golden glitter that sparkled in the light. Delicate shapes of autumn leaves embroidered the edges, giving the dress a soft, ethereal glow. The dress was beautiful, but it also felt like another layer of the charade Eris was weaving.

Azriel’s laughter echoed in your mind as he taunted you about it, and Rhysand’s apologetic demeanor contrasted sharply with Cassian’s barely contained rage. Cassian’s reaction was understandable; he was livid at the thought of Eris turning this mission into a spectacle. But Eris had made it clear: you needed to look the part of his delicate, gorgeous wife.

With a sigh, you took one last look at the dress, then at your packed gear. It was going to be a long, challenging journey ahead, and you would need to play your role to the fullest—no matter how uncomfortable it might be.

Eris asked you to meet him outside the border. After bidding your goodbyes to Rhysand and the rest of the Inner Circle, you made your way through the forest, your heart pounding with anticipation and anxiety. The autumn dress Eris had sent did little to stave off the biting cold; your body shivered violently as you stomped through the underbrush, your breaths coming out in frosty clouds. You touched up your make up before leaving but still maintaining your hair in a tight bun.

You reached the border and waited, the minutes stretching out into an eternity. Of course, Eris was late—classic Eris.

Just then, a sudden wave of warmth enveloped you from behind. You gasped, spinning around to find Eris standing there. He looked as impeccably handsome as ever, his gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that made your cheeks flush. The dress, with its fiery red and golden glitter, seemed to catch his attention, but his expression remained inscrutable.

You spoke, cutting through the silence. “The dress is beautiful.”

Eris’s eyes flickered with surprise before he masked it with his usual smirk. “Why, thank you. I had a feeling you’d look stunning in it.”

His gaze lingered on you, and for a moment, you felt as if you were under a magnifying glass. Despite his attempt at casual charm, there was something in his expression that hinted at a deeper scrutiny. You squared your shoulders, determined to hold your ground.

“So, are we going to stand here all day or do you plan to actually lead this mission?” you asked, your tone laced with a mixture of impatience and resolve.

Eris’s smirk widened, and he gestured toward the path ahead. “Patience, princess. The real adventure is just beginning. Let’s do this.”

But there was a problem. You couldn’t winnow very well. It was the one skill you’d struggled with for years, and despite your best efforts, you always ended up in the wrong place.

Eris glanced at you, his eyebrows arching in surprise. “You can’t winnow, princess? This day just keeps getting better. How pathetic.” He laughed, the sound rich and melodious, a sharp contrast to your frustration.

You groaned, your patience fraying. “Shut up, asshole.”

Eris’s laughter subsided, but a smirk remained on his lips. “Well, it seems I’ll have to handle the travel arrangements then. Try not to get us lost, will you?” His tone was teasing, but there was a hint of genuine amusement in his eyes.

You glared at him as he extended his hand. Reluctantly, you placed your hand in his, feeling an unexpected jolt of electricity race through your veins. His touch was surprisingly soft.

Eris's eyes locked onto yours, his expression unreadable. “Just hold on tight,” he instructed, his voice low and steady. You could sense the warmth in his tone, though it was buried beneath layers of arrogance.

As he began to winnow you both, the familiar sensation of being pulled through space enveloped you. Despite the tension between you, you couldn’t help but notice how his hand fit perfectly with yours, a connection that was both startling and unsettling.

[raplinesmoon]

a somewhat comprehensive, unhinged guide to seventeen's smiles

say the name! it's isi, wasting time and doing everything but what she actually needs to do. in today's episode, we are busting out the dental analysis once more because i have a new hyperfixation: the talented men of none other than SEVENTEEN! now, since i can't stop staring at pics of them, i will just put my energy to (some?) good use and talk about their teeth (since it's what i love)! cue the chip skylark playlist 🦷

disclaimer: this is not me dragging any member or trying to make a comment on their attractiveness based on their teeth. they are all very very handsome men and i'm just going off an objective formula for these analyses!

choi seungcheol (s.coups)

Coups, Coups, Coups! ok so he had an adorably gummy smile beforehand, like literally insanely adorable T_T. as a fellow gummy smile haver and enthusiast, i'm almost sad he got rid of it, but it does make sense aesthetically. if you can notice between the two pics, his gummy smile is reduced and i also think the length of his teeth have changed. it might be twofold; due to both gingivectomy (a procedure to remove some of and recontour the gums) as well as veneers (his teeth are a lot more square now than they used to be)! also the second pic is a bit blurry but i think the veneers had the added benefit of his teeth arc following the contour of his lower lip more closely which is considered aesthetically ideal. and they also fill out his smile so that there are less gaps in between the back teeth and the cheek, so the smile appears more full!

yoon jeonghan (jeonghan)

is this post just gonna be me being sad about ppl getting their teeth done even though i'm a dentist? maybe maybe. ughhh jeonghan used to have that adorable chip in his front tooth, and i'm pretty sure he got veneers to fix it too T_T. i will say though, his teeth look sooo white and his smile is cute despite the minor imperfections that existed before. his smile is considered on the aesthetically ideal side because his lip covers a portion of his front teeth and there's no gum on display. jeonghan definitely had braces too, because i can see his tooth alignment improve from the first to second pic. also he is a bottom teeth smiler unlike so many kpop idols, so points for him because he loves showing them off and i love teeth!

joshua hong (joshua)

listen, am i gonna have to fight seventeen's dentist because what is going on? i understand why the bunny teeth aren't an ideal aesthetic choice, but plssss! they were too cute. fun fact: bunny or buck teeth can be caused by a number of things, and one of them is thumb sucking as a kid (so imagine baby Joshua being adorable noww). i would say Joshua's front teeth have definitely changed shaped due to veneers, and honestly his smile right now is very straight and aesthetically pleasing (look at how it follows that lip line damn).

wen junhui (jun)

ok but like i love Jun for giving me so much to talk about with his teeth? they're so fun and unique and i love that for him! first, we have to address the absolutely adorable gap teeth! they do seem like they've disappeared in the second pic, but i'm gonna chalk that up to invisalign because i don't believe the actual shape of his teeth have changed (which they would with veneers). more evidence for that is that i feel like his bottom teeth used to be crooked and now they appear more straight. also, if you look at jun's smile arc, it doesn't follow his lip, it goes up and down, like the wings of a bird (this is called a gull wing arc).

kwon soonyoung (hoshi)

oh hoshi, what in the horanghae? you can tell his smile has undergone some pretty dramatic changes. the adorable crooked teeth are no more. honestly, the veneers probably did help with that large piece of gum in between his front teeth before, because changing the shape of the teeth will also force the gums to adapt to the change. his teeth also looked a little more pointy to me before, especially the canines, but it is very common for veneers to come in sets, and honestly if you want to completely transform a smile, working from canine to canine is the way to do it.

jeon wonwoo (wonwoo)

no you don't understand bv wonwoo's smile actually breaks my heart (and not just because he's so freaking attractive). wonwoo is a crook because he had me completely fooled. like damn his teeth are so nice, i thought he just underwent a bit of invisalign and whitening. so imagine my shock when the good people of the internet informed me that wonwoo has veneers! honestly, my hats off to his dentist, because while i can definitely spot the changes (softer, more rounded teeth), i think his smile still retains a lot of characteristics of what made the old one so charming, and striking that balance is really hard to do as a clinician.

lee jihoon (woozi)

i hate to bring up the yoongi doppleganger agenda, but i literally think that's why i find woozi's smile so endearing. although I've gotta say that their smiles are one of the less similar features they share. Woozi has those adorable lil vampire fangs, but he does have very short, kind of chubby teeth, which are traditionally associated with a more youthful appearance! also his teeth are lined up really well, and if you look at the second pic you'll hear me scream bc he has a silver crown! those are hard to come by, but it makes me happy that he goes to the dentist and keeps up with his check-ups!

lee seokmin (DK)

hehe so i've already had the privelege of staring in depth at DK's smile thanks to this ask from @hannahbee12719. so i will just reiterate that i think DK has a Disney Prince-esque smile. his teeth are so straight like compliments to his orthodontist! his heart shaped smile means that his lip contour relative to tooth arc is a little off, but the lopsided grin makes him very college crush coded! DK is the perfect example of how much gum you should show if you want to remain aesthetically ideal (he's just cute ok sue me!)

kim mingyu (mingyu)

gyu and these teeth! he's also been one of the members whose had a pretty dramatic smile makeover. Before we get to that though, can i compliment how despite everything, his cute little vampire canines are still alive and kicking. like they make his smile so unique and lovely. the biggest change to mingyu's smile is definitely his lateral incisors - before they were what are known as peg laterals (their odd shape is due to a developmental anomaly)! after what i think are veneers, the laterals are definitely contributing to a more even and more balanced smile.

xu minghao (the8)

listen, i'm not even gonna lie to anyone and say that as a professional, i don't have a favourite svt smile because that's absolutely not true. it's this one right here your honor! idk what kind of magic is in minghao's teeth but they are so straight and shiny. and they've always been that way! like damn if there was an oscar for kpop smile he'd win best in show! i love that his teeth are natural and not overly blocky (which you can get when someone has veneers or crowns), and like idk if he's genetically gifted or whatever, but if not, the awkward teenage braces he probably had definitely paid off!

boo seungkwan (seungkwan)

booo! look at this absolute sweetheart and his amazing heart shaped smile. right off the bat, seungkwan's smile does that adorable up and down arc (although less severe than jun's), which makes it look like a little bird taking off (maybe that's why he can hit those high notes?). also big ups to him because his bottom teeth seem relatively straight and that is hard for bottom teeth to do since there's more limited space for them to come in due to the tongue and muscles blocking them out!

chwe hansol (vernon)

no bc i'm actually gonna cry because wdym we have pics of vernon with braces? i feel like a proud mom seeing how far he's come in his dental journey. like look at those adorable little kid sized teeth turn into the stunners they are today! i will say i think the ortho and veneers definitely paid off for vernon, his teeth look super straight, and definitely lend him a more mature, masculine appearance. and he does have a super gummy smile, but i'm so glad he's embracing it (gummy smiles are the best okay?). and literally how do so many svt members have heart shaped smiles (are you trying to make me fall in love with you?)

lee chan (dino)

the whiplash? ok mr. dino? i think he's the perfect example of how you can transform a smile but still keep the same facial features and characteristics intact. you can definitely see that Dino's teeth appear more square in the second pic to lend him a more mature appearance, but they've kept the edges rounded because that's a defining characteristic of his teeth. the (alleged?) veneers also make them look more straight and take away some of that awkward teenage appearance (nothing wrong with that). you can also see how his smile appears more filled out in the second pic with less empty space in between the back teeth and cheek.

that's all for today, peeps! thank you for joining me on this wild, unhinged journey that took longer than i care to admit to put together, and i hope you enjoyed! maybe we'll see more smile analyses in the future ;)

[marimayscarlett]

Trying not to be weird here, but how is it possible that Till doesn't have veneers/crowns? How is he 61 and he still has natural teeth??

Hi 👋🏻

I don't know anything about Till's dental history or if he had some work done, which I don't believe. Maybe his (supposedly) good teeth are due to genetics and good dental hygiene, but then again, I know lots of people his age who definitely still have their own natural teeth, except for maybe one or two single veneers/crowns due to injured teeth. I always associated veneers with either older persons (70+) or people who aren't satisfied with the look of their teeth in general, and who want to improve their teeth on the aesthetic level, so to speak.

And 61 is not that old, but that's just my opinion...👀

I personally love looking at Till's teeth. They aren't perfectly straight, some are crooked, he has adorable 'fangs'. They definitely are formed in a way which might indicate some thumb sucking/extensive use of a pacifier in the past. And yet they have such a charming allure to them and give him a really sweet smile 😌

[unnoticed-poison]

My sister is...a fraud!!

Those two have been all over my TikTok and I couldn't resist writing a short fic for them (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)this is also posted on AO3 and Wattpad

Part 2 of this fic is posted

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"Listen people of Mount Rageous.."

Veneer took a deep breath as everyone's head snapped towards him, he could feel Velvet's curious gaze on his back.

He glanced at Floyd, who gave him a reassuring nod.

'𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵.' he mouthed, Veneer smiled in response and turned to face the crowd. They were all watching him with curiosity and doubts clear in their eyes from everything that happened just now, he couldn't blame them.

"My sister is....a fraud!!"

There were gasps and murmurs among the people gathered here tonight as their eyes moved to his sister, who was staring at him in complete shock, her eyes wide open in disbelief.

"I...What?!!" he winced at her outburst but continued to look straight into her surprised expression.

"Sorry sis but you brought this on yourself.." he said, as he recalled how they got in this situation in the first place.

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"We make a good team aye little bro?" Velvet asked, tapping the perfume bottle lightly with her finger.

"Yeah..."

"After such a show I need a rest, watch him for me k?" Velvet said, throwing the bottle his way, Veneer quickly caught the bottle before it hit the floor. He looked up at her and nodded.

"Just don't lose sight of him or something okay?" she said, yawing.

"Will do Sis." he nodded as she walked away, disappearing behind a nearby alleyway.

"Veneer, please.. let me go." Floyd, who was stuck inside the bottle, pleaded, pressing his hand against the glass to get Veneer's attention.

.......

Veneer sighed. " You know I can't." he shrugged. "It's nothing personal really, I just love my sister and all my fame, and things I brought, you get it? I can't afford to lose all that you know?"

Floyd opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't say anything for a moment. Finally, his lips parted again, helplessness plain on his features as he stared at Veneer.

"Is there no other way..?"

"I'm afraid not, I can't betray my sister sorry, like I said it's nothing personal."

Silence fell between them.

Veneer couldn't deny that he felt a little guilt about what he and his sister were doing, he didn't even want to be famous at first, but Velvet was so adamant about having him join her when she started her career, and Veneer loved his sister too much to deny her anything. Even if it meant risking his reputation and his life.

Floyd suddenly broke the silence, "Wait!"

Hm?

Veneer raised a brow as he waited for the red-haired troll to continue, his eyes brightened as he stood up and pressed both his hands against the glass.

"How about we make a deal? I'll help you so you can keep being famous and you let me go, and I'll promise that I won't tell anyone about what you two did."

Veneer paused for a moment, contemplating his words. "Elaborate.."

A glint of determination sparked through Floyd's eyes as he explained. "Remember the times you practised when Velvet wasn't around?"

Oh.

"You do have some talent, albeit not much, but with a couple of months of practice.."

"What are you trying to say..?" Veneer asked, his interest peaked.

"If you would let me finish explaining first, that would be great," Floyd replied, smiling slightly, sarcasm dripping from his tone.

Veneer rolled his eyes as Floyd continued,

"The plan is simple, if you train hard for a few months, let's say two or so, you should be able to sing and dance without resorting to kidnapping and torturing more trolls like me,"

Oh..

Veneer considered for a while, he had never actually thought about this, but the idea was intriguing.

"Sure.. but what about Velvet though, you know how she is."

"You can show your sister after that how much you improved and perhaps she'll change her mind and start practising as well!"

huh.

"And if she says no?"

......

Floyd shrugged, he'll find a solution for that later. "Then we'll just have to see then, won't we?"

"Well, it's certainly worth a shot.."

Veneer said reluctantly, he still wanted to make sure his sister wouldn't hate him after this, but..he was willing to give it a try.

"So do we have a deal?" Floyd asked, looking up hopefully.

.....

"..Fine." Veneer finally gave in.

He just hoped this wouldn't end badly for him.

And thus, they began their secret singing and dancing sessions, with Floyd as his unofficial music tutor.

Whenever he and Velvet were done with their shows, he would sneak out and return to the studio to meet Floyd and practice for hours and hours until dawn.

Floyd was a wonderful teacher and helped him a lot with getting his range and flexibility right.

"Good good you're doing great! now three turns to the left then a flip! very good, just keep going like that!" Floyd exclaimed.

Veneer was panting, sweat pouring down his face as he repeated the steps over and over again until he perfected what he'd learned so far.

After practice, he'd return home before it was time for Velvet to wake up, leaving him with only 2 or 3 hours of sleep if he was lucky, so he started taking naps in between practice hours.

But there seemed to be something wrong with Velvet, her behaviour seemed to be getting...real bad, worse than ever before, he could barely catch any breaks from her, she would criticise him constantly, whenever it was about his dancing or singing, she would always find something to criticize.

'What the hell was that?'

'You call that dancing? our fans would hate that'

'How many fans do you think we can gain by making up little dances? Don't be stupid.'

'You need to do better'

'I'm starting to think you need the troll more than me'

It made him angry and upset at the same time, it frustrated him beyond belief, but thankfully Floyd was there to comfort him every time.

'How can someone treat their own sibling this way..?'

'Don't listen to her, you're doing great.'

'I just feel sorry for you.'

'I know it's none of my business, but if she truly cared about you, she wouldn't force you to do this.'

Floyd continued to chip away at Veneer's doubts, planting seeds of resentment and doubts at the back of his mind during this period.

Veneer was exhausted by the constant arguments, he didn't want to think badly of his own sister, but that last comment from the little troll made him have some doubts.

if she really cared for him, why does she treat him like an inconvenience..?

........

No no, it's not like that, maybe she's just stressed from having to keep up with the shows and fans and stuff and that was her way of relieving some of the stress, yeah that's it.

She would never intentionally hurt him, she cares about him.

Right..?

✧Sometime later✧

Velvet and Veneer smiled as they basked in the people's praises and adorations for their last performance of the evening.

Velvet smirked as she glanced at her brother. "Oh don't you just love this Veneer, the cheer and praises from our fans, It feels so good to get all that attention."

Veneer nodded, the smile he had was a little strained, "Yeah I guess..."

Once they were out of sight, her smug smile turned into a frown as she turned to him.

"By the way..."

He flinched and awaited the unavoidable criticism coming his way.

"What's wrong with you lately?! you almost made me trip when you bumped into me earlier!"

Veneer winced, after several weeks of the same routine, the lack of sleep took a toll on him and his performance during the shows, his dancing moves were a bit sloppy but his singing seemed better than ever.

"Sorry, I couldn't sleep well the last few days," he said, taking a seat on the couch to rest and catch his breath.

"Well you better find a solution to whatever is bothering you cause you're making ME look bad!" she huffed, her arms crossed and glaring at him.

Veneer nodded and rubbed his neck in thought, he was a bit nervous.

"Sis, There's something I need to talk with you about, it's important..." He began, he kept putting it off as much as he could, but he and Floyd figured that it was time, and he finally worked up the courage to talk to his sister about it.

Velevt hummed. "Out with it then."

"I was thinking that maybe we can...stop using the troll..?" he muttered, his voice too low and filled with uncertainty.

"Huh? Stop with the mumbling I can't hear shit." Velvet said, and she used the perfume bottle again, making the troll inside groan in agony.

"I don't want to use the troll anymore!"

........

Velvet paused, while the previously blue, now turned grey troll stared at him with a proud expression, a small glint of hope can be seen in his eyes.

After a few seconds of silence, they both flinched as the girl suddenly burst out laughing. "My god, this is THE funniest joke I've ever heard! you're a real comedian, brother."

"I'm not joking, this is serious."

Velvet scowled, their 'talent' had won them countless fans and everything they had ever wanted, to see her own brother have doubts now about their doings, it filled her with rage. "Why the sudden change of heart, Don't be stupid Venner, you know we can't."

"But we can practice!" He pressed on, he didn't want to go against her, and he knew Floyd was the source of their success and everything they have now, but he couldn't keep on like this either. "it might take a while but we'll finally be famous in our own right without having to resort to kidnapping anymore trolls and drain their talents, we can tell our fans that we're talking a small break so they won't suspect anything!" he added, desperation creeping into his voice trying to choose his words carefully to not make her even more mad.

He then pointed to the tired-looking troll. "I mean look at this guy, he looks rough and pale as heck, and not in a gorgeous Victorian way, I don't think we can use him for much longer anyway, and look! I can show y-" he said, about to show off the results of his hard work, but Velvet immediately interrupted him.

"Ooo so that's what this is about, I get it now."

He blinked. "You do?"

Velvet nodded, shaking the perfume bottle lightly. " You are worried about what are we gonna do after this one kicks the bucket, huh."

"What? no, I-"

"Well, I have a surprise for you little bro," she said, before turning to their assistant, who was standing in the corner. " Crimp!"

The little creature jumped slightly startled. "Y-yes?"

"Do you have the thing ready?" she asked.

"What thing? oh, you mean THAT thing! Of course one second I'll bring it in right away!" she said, running off as fast as she possibly could, leaving the two siblings behind.

"What was that about...?" Veneer muttered, he had a bad feeling about this.

Velvet grinned as she walked over to the closet nearby. "No need to worry, I have already got this covered, look!"

"What do you mean- What the hell!?" he yelled out in shock as she pulled out a small cage.

"We can't let our career get ruined just cause one pesky troll died, can we?" she said with a wicked grin on her face.

"You let us go right this second you little brat!!"

"John?!" Floyd yelled out, staring at his brothers in shock and horror, "Spruce, Clay? how did you all get captured?!"

"It's a long story."

"All of you shut it." Velvet hissed as she shook the cage angrily, causing the trolls inside to stumble back and cry out in pain.

Veneer was stunned.

"You captured more trolls..?"

Velvet looked proud of herself. " Yes, aren't I so great and thoughtful? there's more than enough for the two of us, we don't have to worry about losing our 'talent' anytime soon, now where the hell is Crimp?"

"I'm here!" Crimp called out as she ran back in, this time with two tops with huge shoulder pads.

Velvet nodded, before walking over and putting each of the struggling trolls into the empty spaces.

"Velvet... What is this?"

"Oh, this? we just have to press this little button here and voilà!" she said as she pressed the button, causing the trolls to groan in pain as they felt their talent being sucked while Crimp and Veneer watched in horror.

"You're smart Crimp, I'll give you that, but unfortunately..." she suddenly grabbed the wig and walked over to the closed, "I can't trust you anymore, so you'll stay here until we get a new assistant."

"Wait please no-!" Crimp yelped as she was roughly thrown inside the closet before it was closed.

Fuck, this couldn't be happening...

"Please sis, we can't be doing this! it's too cruel, how about we practice like I sugges-"

"Oh my dear stupid brother, I have already said that I DON'T want to work to be famous, and nothing will EVER change my mind, besides, if those little things escape and expose us we'll be done for," she said, walking over to him and glared at him, making him take a few steps back until his back hit the wall. "So, If you ever think of doing something stupid, just remember that you'll end up in jail just like me, and believe me when I say I'll make you regret it, got it?"

She then scowled, looking down at the trolls, to her, those annoying little creatures were nothing more than power resources. "As for you, don't worry, you won't be alone for long, even more of you will be joining you soon enough." Velvet hissed.

"Now make sure to take a long rest tonight, we have a big show tomorrow night, and you better not miss it up like today." she patted his head with a small mocking smile "And remember, you're 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 without me, if it wasn't for me you wouldn't have all this fame and money, and don't you forget it."

She then left before Venner could respond, leaving him staring after her in shock. The whole situation was getting out of control, and he knew better than anyone how dangerous she was.

He felt his knees give up as he slumped to the ground.

What was he going to do?

Floyd, who noticed the state he was in, turned to his brothers and placed his finger on his lips, signalling them to be quiet while he dealt with the situation.

they were confused, they raised an eyebrow at him but decided to keep quiet and wait to see what he was going to do.

Veneer lifted his head as he heard Floyd speak up. " Are you really gonna let her treat you this way..?" his voice was laced with concern. "family don't treat each other like this."

"I don't know anymore..."

Fuck.

Floyd cursed in his heart, all his actions and words those past 2 months were to stir up conflict between the twins, creating a rift between them in Veneer's heart just in case the girl refused to change her ways like now, he could see that he still cares about her a little bit, which made him panic, he needed to find a way to change his mind, and quick, or else he and his brothers are done for.

He just needed a little push.

" Look, Veneer, I know this situation is difficult for you, you care for your sister and want the best for her, but can't you see that she's using you?"

Hurt shone in the youth's eyes as Floyd continued. "She doesn't treat you as an equal, you're nothing but a pawn to her, she's only using you for her own benefits, and you're letting her do as she pleases, she doesn't care about you like you think she does, do you want to spend the rest of your life being controlled by someone who doesn't even respect you?"

He then delivered the final blow. "Is that what you truly want?"

Veneer felt a lump form in his throat, he wanted to deny what Floyd was saying, but a small part of him knew that it was true, he had been so caught up in trying to improve and prove himself to his sister that he was been ignoring the way she's been treating him, shrugging it off as her being stressed.

.......

He really couldn't deny it anymore, huh...

"Maybe you're right..." He finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "but I guess it doesn't matter what I think now, what else can I do? I still need to do whatever she says, If I let you guys go now, both of us will go to prison for tax fraud and other crimes, I have no choice in the matter."

"Wait." he suddenly said.

The green-haired boy groaned. "What now?"

There was a dangerous glint in the troll's eyes as he gave him a small smile." I think I know how to get you out of this situation scot-free."

"How..?"

"In order for this to work, I'll need your full cooperation and trust, it's not gonna be an easy thing for you, do you understand?"

The boy paused for a moment, considering his words, finally he nodded his head. " Yes, I understand, please tell me what to do."

Floyd nodded his head in approval. "Good, now first things first, let Crimp out."

Veneer did as he was told, he took the wig out, who was shaking in fear. " I swear I won't tell any-"

"Relax, we just need your help."

Crimp gulped, nodding her head, not daring to say anything else.

Floyd coughed as everyone gathered." now that everyone is here, what we need to do is..."

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And so here they are now, in the middle of the stage, surrounded by their fans and the now-free trolls.

Veneer tried to ignore Velvet's shocked and furious glare as he spoke again. "She wanted to be famous by all means necessary, though she lacked talent, so she kidnapped the trolls and forced both me and our assistant to cooperate with her, we had no choice but to play along and obey her orders."

Veneer looked around the stand as he said this, seeing all their faces filled with confusion and disbelief.

"What the hell do you think you're doi-" Velvet began but interrupted as Crimp jumped on her head before jumping again and landing beside him, she pushed up her glasses. "And I have the proof!" she said, pressing the button as the large TV showed yesterday's event, with Velvet shaking the cage containing the trolls and threatening him to keep quiet.

"Oh my god.."

"It's true then!"

"What a monster.."

"Those poor little creatures.."

Suddenly a loud screech startled them, Veneer gasped as Velvet jumped at him, wrapping her hands around his neck, squeezing tightly.

Velvet had mascara running down her cheeks from the tears as she growled. " YOU LITTLE BASTARD! HOW CAN YOU BETRAY ME LIKE THIS? YOU'RE IN THIS JUST LIKE ME! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY FUCKING SIDE!! HOW COULD YOU!"

The boy struggled to breathe, trying to hold Velvet off as she kept screaming insults at him.

Ritz, the DJ who interviews them regularly tried to get her off him but was punched in the face, making him stumble back and fall to the ground in pain.

One of the security guards immediately rushed in and tackled her off of him, dragging her away.

"You're coming with us miss," he said as the girl struggled furiously, causing him to tighten his grip around her arm and drag her out.

"Let's me go!! Veneer!!"

Veneer coughed as he tried to catch his breath, his hand touched his neck, which was now bruised and full of bloody nail marks.

"Are you okay?" Ritz asked.

"Yeah.. you?"

The DJ nodded as he held his broken nose. "Yeah, but damn that girl is strong, I can't feel my nose, gotta get that checked right away, bye!"

Veneer nodded as the guy rushed off, he suddenly felt a hand on his foot and looked down, seeing Floyd looking up at him with a proud smile. " You alright?"

Veneer smiled at him weakly, rubbing his neck. "I think so..."

"I know it wasn't easy for you, but you did the right thing," he said quietly, giving him a reassuring pat, watching Velvet getting dragged by the security guards, with her still hurling insults their way.

His plan worked better than he expected, now he and his brothers are free, and he got revenge on one of those two.

Veneer couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. " I guess.."

Huh.

This is strange..

He doesn't feel as sad as he thought he would.

Maybe this is a good thing.

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"Look there she is..."

"She still has the nerve to act like she's something."

"What a bitch."

The two girls flinched as Velvet turned her head in their direction, her eyes holding a cold anger behind them.

"If you have something to say say it to my face, got it?" she hissed, glaring daggers at them, they both quickly backed down and ran off.

Velvet scoffed. "That's what I thought."

She grabbed a tray and went to grab some food, she almost gagged at the smell, the food here was absolutely vile and awful.

And this.. thing, this dark brown prison outfit was so uncomfortable and looked horrible on her.

She thought, taking a seat at an empty table and grabbing her fork.

"And now our time for our rising star, Let's have a round of applause for Veneer!!"

What..!

Her head immediately snapped towards the TV that was hanging on the wall to her left.

She could see Veneer smiling and waving at the camera as the fans cheered for him, she felt sick, a mixture of anger and jealousy consumed her as she watched him perform on stage without the help of any trolls, she couldn't believe it, and she hated to admit, but he was amazing at it.

The feeling of injustice and anger was becoming too much to bear, and the sight of him singing and dancing so confidently, only served to remind her of everything she had lost, her wealth, glory, fans, and her position as a rising star in the industry.

When did he suddenly get good at singing?! he was just as bad as her a few months ago!

This wasn't fair.

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘦!

𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰-

Oo I see what this is about-

Wait..

Is 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 what he was trying to show her back then?

Was he practising behind her back..?

Is this why his movement was a bit sloppy during those few times..

𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴..

His lack of sleep...

So that's why he had a sudden change of heart... he didn't need any trolls to begin with!

She growled, her thumb pressing on the fork until it bent under her pressure.

This wasn't fair, if he tried harder to show her back then she wouldn't be rotting in this damn prison in the first place, she would've been standing beside him, basking in the glory and fame that she know they deserved!

This wasn't fair..

This wasn't fair!

THIS WASN'T FAIR!!!

"Do you have anything you want to share with your fans?" kid Ritz asked him, handing him the microphone.

Veneer let out a nervous chuckle, his smile not reaching his eyes. "Well, I kind of miss my sister to be honest with you, I..tried to change her mind multiple times, I didn't want to do this to her, believe me, I wish things were different, but she...refused to listen, I wanted us both to be here today since we've always been there for each other, but..you know.."

He sighed. " I just want her to know that I still care about her deep down, and I hope that one day...we can get back to the way we used to."

.........

After a few minutes of silence, she finally let out a sob, her grip on the fork loosened, before slipping out of her hand and onto the floor.

'This isn't fair...'

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Kinda want to write more for those two and others ngl (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

[credosavvy]

Before and After

Once upon a time, in a realm of digital deception, there lived a man named Daniel. Daniel had journeyed through the labyrinthine corridors of life as a once-portly soul, imprisoned within his own corporeal fortress. His path was paved with the heavy footprints of insecurity, and his heart ached for a transformation that seemed as elusive as a flickering mirage.

In the ethereal expanse of the internet, where illusions masqueraded as reality, Daniel stumbled upon the enigmatic figure of Maximus Fleximus. Maximus was the embodiment of Daniel's dreams, a fitness virtuoso whose sculpted form graced Instagram, captivating the masses. The 'before' and 'after' photos shared by Maximus were like beacon lights in the abyss, promising hope and change.

With trepidation coursing through his veins, Daniel embarked on a quest to seek out the mythical Maximus Fleximus. He yearned to unlock the secrets of his transformation, to glean wisdom from the one who had conquered the realm of weight loss and emerged victorious. The anticipation of meeting his virtual idol twisted Daniel's stomach into knots as he prepared to confront his insecurities head-on.

Upon their meeting, Maximus Fleximus greeted Daniel with a warm smile that concealed a hidden truth. Beneath the veneer of confidence, there was a bulging secret that Daniel could not have anticipated. As they exchanged pleasantries, Daniel's keen eyes detected a discrepancy between the man before him and the digitally immortalized figure.

Maximus had once been a rotund man himself, but the 'after' portrayed on social media bore little resemblance to reality. The bulging muscles had deflated into flabby folds, and the chiseled jawline was now obscured by layers of fat. Daniel's heart sank as he realized that Maximus had perpetuated a web of deceit, a facade of fitness crafted through photo manipulation and selective angles.

Bitter disappointment welled up within Daniel, not for Maximus's transformation, but for the betrayal of trust. The lessons he had hoped to learn from his fitness guru lay in ruins, crushed beneath the weight of deception. Maximus, now an obese man attempting to hide his own vulnerabilities, had misled not only Daniel but countless others seeking inspiration.

In the end, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows on their uncomfortable encounter, Daniel discovered a different kind of inspiration. He realized that true transformation wasn't about the superficial facade of 'before' and 'after' photos. It was about inner strength, honesty, and the resilience to confront one's own weaknesses.

As he left Maximus Fleximus behind, Daniel carried with him a new understanding, one born from the ashes of shattered illusions. He was determined to embark on his own journey of self-improvement, not defined by digitally altered images but by the authenticity of his own efforts. In this tale of unmasking, Daniel found that the pursuit of true change began with an unwavering commitment to honesty and self-acceptance.

[torchickentacos]

cmon cmon, talk shit harder, which youtuber was it, what did they do

JKHGKJDFNGKJDFGN okay so I won't say which youtuber because it's a fairly small one relative to the rest of commentarytube but I AM willing to give into rage a little bit. Context- I'd made a post saying that it bugs me that youtubers don't always research topics well before giving commentary on them, my example being cosmetic dentistry (which is an industry that has been under a lot of fire lately- the beauty industry and cosmetic procedure industry as a whole). My issue is with the way that youtubers spread misinformation and fearmongering about these topics and procedures for the sake of 'fuck beauty standards! look at me go! fuck the system! wooo!' rather than taking a realistic approach to these conversations.

I have strong feelings on this topic! I have Ehlers Danlos syndrome (I promise this is leading somewhere). Certain types of EDS have dental implications and complications, and I've struggled with them. I had braces in high school and despite following the care instructions by the letter, I ended up with significant and visible enamel decay around the brackets likely due to enamel hypoplasia (underdevelopment). I opted for a crown on the worst of them and veneers on a few others to cover the damage and as an extra layer of protection (though it's worth noting that veneers are largely cosmetic).

As such, when I see several videos being made with people going 'look what they do to your beautiful natural teeth for veneers :(' (before then showing the procedure for crowns or even implants and then speaking negatively about those who give and receive these procedures), I... have opinions!

It begs the question to me- was my choice a bad one because I played into a predatory cosmetic industry while also dealing with a genuine health complication? At what point are elective cosmetic procedures morally okay? What justifies them? Am I a victim of societal beauty standards or someone who made a good choice for herself? Both? I am genuinely happy with my decision. I haven't regretted it for a second. I've smiled more in the last few years than I have since I was a kid. But am I part of the problem like some people seem to imply?

I'm going to partake in some what-aboutism but I truly feel that it's relevant. What about other elective procedures? They're all exercises of personal autonomy. Are only some of those okay? The person who survived breast cancer doesn't need breast reconstruction on a physical level. Is it still justified? We've seen tons of people arguing about gender reaffirming/reconstructive surgeries even though they save lives. At what point do cosmetic procedures fall under that umbrella? What is and is not okay? What autonomy is and is not frowned upon?

My stance is that the cosmetic surgery industry is predatory and needs better regulation, but ultimately it's a person's choice. Sometimes that choice is influenced by outside factors when it shouldn't be but that's something that people need to take into account for themselves before deciding rather than a reason to make them illegal as I've seen some people put forth as an option. This is a precarious time to be messing with 'which elective procedures are okay and which aren't and which should be legal'. I personally would rather err on the side of personal autonomy in every situation possible.

I believe in a person’s right to cosmetic surgery as an extension of my belief in personal autonomy. I believe in viewing cosmetic surgery as a morally neutral decision. The industry is predatory but I think it also has the capacity to greatly improve lives. I think many things can be true at once and I think that the recent wave of commentary on the industry lacks nuance.

Caveats for if this gains any traction: I did not say that I think everyone should adhere to beauty standards. I did not say that I think the industry is great, actually. I did not say that people should uncritically accept the ideals that are marketed toward them. I did not say that elective surgeries are vital to happiness or presentation of any sort. None of what I said exists in a vacuum and there are infinite complications to my opinions and there are situations in which I might double back on myself, but this is just a general opinion.

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Achieving a Brighter Smile: Exploring Teeth Whitening Services in Las Cruces

In the realm of cosmetic dentistry, achieving a radiant smile is often a top priority for individuals seeking to enhance their appearance and boost their confidence. Among the array of services offered by dental professionals, teeth whitening stands out as a popular choice for its ability to rejuvenate smiles quickly and effectively. In Las Cruces, residents have access to cutting-edge dental practices like University Family Dental, where a range of cosmetic treatments, including teeth whitening services, are offered to cater to diverse patient needs.

Teeth whitening, also known as dental bleaching, is a non-invasive procedure designed to lighten the color of teeth and remove stains or discoloration. While over-the-counter whitening products are available, professional whitening services provided by experienced dentists offer superior results with personalized treatment plans tailored to each patient's unique dental characteristics.

University Family Dental in Las Cruces specializes in cosmetic dentistry, offering advanced teeth whitening solutions to help patients achieve brighter, more radiant smiles. Utilizing state-of-the-art technology and professional-grade whitening agents, their team of skilled dental professionals ensures safe and effective treatment outcomes.

One of the key advantages of seeking professional teeth whitening services is the customized approach to treatment. During an initial consultation, the dentist evaluates the patient's dental health, discusses their aesthetic goals, and recommends the most suitable whitening option. University Family Dental offers both in-office and take-home whitening solutions, allowing patients to choose the method that best fits their lifestyle and preferences.

In-office whitening procedures involve the application of a powerful whitening gel to the teeth, activated by a special light or laser to accelerate the bleaching process. This method typically yields immediate results, with teeth appearing several shades whiter after just one session. On the other hand, take-home whitening kits provide patients with custom-fitted trays and professional-grade whitening gel to use at their convenience. While results may take longer to achieve compared to in-office treatment, take-home kits offer flexibility and convenience for those with busy schedules.

Regardless of the chosen method, patients can trust University Family Dental to prioritize their safety and comfort throughout the whitening process. With years of experience in cosmetic dentistry and a commitment to delivering exceptional care, their team ensures that each patient receives personalized attention and achieves the desired outcome.

In addition to teeth whitening, University Family Dental offers a comprehensive range of cosmetic and restorative dental services to address various oral health concerns. From dental implant surgery to porcelain veneers and orthodontic treatments, their practice is equipped to enhance smiles and improve overall dental wellness.

In conclusion, achieving a brighter, more confident smile is within reach for residents of Las Cruces, thanks to the professional teeth whitening services offered by University Family Dental. With personalized treatment plans, advanced technology, and a skilled team of dental professionals, patients can trust in the expertise and dedication of this reputable practice. Say goodbye to stained or discolored teeth and hello to a radiant smile that exudes confidence and charm.

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I think there’s a correlation between late stage capitalism and people pursuing an impossible beauty standard like people with perfectly fine and healthy teeth getting a full set of veneers just to have that Hollywood smile, BBLs becoming mainstream—I’ve even seen young women having BBL countdowns on their social media, facial plastic surgery becoming mainstream, people getting diamonds implanted in their teeth, people whitening their teeth to the brightest white possible, the long acrylic nails, eyelash extensions, cosmetic tattoos, fucking makeup with the setting and the baking and the color correcting and the blurring like do we even look better? for all that money and time and stress and pain is there even an improvement? the uncanny valley effect is obvious amongst celebrities and there’s an entire subculture of self-proclaimed bimbos and living dolls and if that’s not a testament to how our society is failing then idk what is like why is the objective to look as inhuman as possible why does wealth and success correlate with looking artificial

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Professional Teeth Whitening vs. At-Home Teeth Whitening: Which is Right for You?

A bright, dazzling smile is often associated with good health, confidence, and vitality. However, over time, various factors can cause teeth to become discoloured, leading many people to seek out teeth-whitening solutions. In this blog, we'll delve into the causes of discoloured teeth, how teeth whitening works, its effectiveness, and the differences between professional teeth whitening and at-home teeth whitening options.

Causes of Discolored Teeth

Before diving into teeth whitening methods, it's essential to understand what causes teeth to become discoloured in the first place. Some common culprits include:

1. Staining Foods and Beverages: Coffee, tea, red wine, and certain fruits and vegetables contain pigments that can stain tooth enamel over time.

2. Tobacco Use: Smoking or chewing tobacco can lead to stubborn stains on teeth.

3. Poor Oral Hygiene: Inadequate brushing and flossing can allow plaque and tartar to build up, contributing to discolouration.

4. Aging: As we age, tooth enamel naturally wears down, revealing the yellowish dentin beneath.

5. Medications: Certain medications, such as tetracycline antibiotics, can cause teeth to darken or stain.

6. Genetics: Some people are genetically predisposed to having thicker or thinner enamel, which can affect tooth colour.

How Does Teeth Whitening Work?

Teeth whitening treatments aim to remove stains and discolouration from the enamel and dentin of teeth, restoring a brighter, whiter appearance. Most whitening products contain either hydrogen peroxide or carbamide peroxide as the active bleaching agent. These chemicals break down stains into smaller, less concentrated particles, making the teeth appear whiter.

Does Teeth Whitening Work on All Teeth?

While teeth whitening can effectively remove many types of stains, it may not be suitable for everyone or every type of discolouration. For example:

Yellow Teeth: Teeth that have yellowed due to ageing or surface stains typically respond well to whitening treatments.

Brown or Gray Teeth: Teeth with brown or grey discolouration, especially those caused by medications or trauma, may be less responsive to whitening and may require alternative treatments like veneers or bonding.

Dental Restorations: Teeth whitening treatments do not work on dental restorations such as fillings, crowns, or veneers. These materials do not respond to bleaching agents, so they may need to be replaced to match the newly whitened teeth.

 Teeth Whitening Options

When it comes to teeth whitening, there are two primary options available: professional teeth whitening and at-home teeth whitening kits.

Professional Teeth Whitening:

Performed by Dentists: Professional teeth whitening is typically performed by a dentist or dental hygienist in a dental office setting.

Stronger Bleaching Agents: Dentists use higher concentrations of bleaching agents than those found in over-the-counter products, allowing for more dramatic results.

Customized Treatment: Dentists can tailor the whitening treatment to the individual patient, taking into account factors such as tooth sensitivity and desired level of whitening.

Faster Results: Professional whitening treatments often yield faster results, with noticeable improvement after just one session.

At-Home Teeth Whitening:

Over-the-Counter Kits: At-home whitening kits are available at pharmacies and grocery stores and typically include whitening gels, strips, or trays.

ower Concentrations: These kits contain lower concentrations of bleaching agents compared to professional treatments, which may result in slower or less dramatic whitening.

Convenience: At-home whitening kits offer the convenience of being able to whiten your teeth on your schedule, without needing to visit a dentist's office.

Cost-Effective: At-home whitening kits are generally more affordable than professional treatments, making them a popular option for budget-conscious individuals.

Differences Between Professional Teeth Whitening and At-home Teeth Whitening

1. Effectiveness: Professional treatments tend to deliver faster and more dramatic results due to the use of higher concentrations of bleaching agents.

2. Customization: Professional whitening treatments are customized to each patient's needs, while at-home kits offer a one-size-fits-all approach.

3. Supervision: Professional whitening is performed under the supervision of a dental professional, ensuring safety and efficacy.

both professional teeth whitening and at-home whitening kits can effectively brighten your smile, but the best option for you will depend on your budget, desired level of whitening, and personal preferences. Consulting with a dentist can help you determine the most suitable whitening method for your individual needs. Remember, a radiant smile can boost your confidence and leave a lasting impression, so choose the option that works best for you and enjoy the benefits of a brighter, whiter smile!

Looking for professional teeth whitening solutions in Victorville, CA? Look no further than Maple Dental! Our experienced dentists in Victorville, CA, offer expert teeth whitening services to help you achieve a brighter, more radiant smile. With our personalized treatment plans and high-quality whitening products, you can enjoy fast and effective results. 

Say goodbye to stains and discoloration and hello to a confident smile! Contact Maple Dental today at 760-949-7274 to schedule your teeth whitening appointment with our skilled dentist in Victorville, CA. Your journey to a whiter smile starts here!

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What Are the Benefits of Visiting a Dental Clinic in Hari Nagar?

Dental health is addressed by Dentistry at every stage of life. From baby teeth to permanent teeth, children's dental needs differ from those of adults. Qualified family dentists provide complete oral care. Family dentistry is concerned with dental health and oral hygiene, just as general Dentistry. A family dentist, however, emphasizes the special requirements of kids of all ages.

Strong teeth and gums are important for overall health, according to our dental clinic in Hari Nagar. To help you achieve your optimal level of oral health, our team of highly qualified dental specialists is committed to providing you with the most innovative and effective treatments.

We offer a wide range of services, including prosthodontics, periodontics, implantology, endodontics, orthodontics, general dentistry, and oral and maxillofacial surgery. We have the newest equipment and technology at our state-of-the-art facility to ensure that our patients receive the best care possible.

Treatments for Gum disease

Family dentists are aware of how children's teeth develop throughout time as well as the possibility that they may be afraid of the dentist. Family dentists take a soft approach to help kids form lifelong healthy oral hygiene habits and positive connections with routine dental exams. The top dental clinics in Hari Nagar will offer a wide range of services, including more complex procedures like root canals, tooth whitening, and routine checkups and cleanings. 

The following six advantages of having a family dentist are:

1. Easy access

Family dentists may treat patients of all ages for a variety of dental issues, so patients won't need to make many trips to the dentist to provide all members of their family routine checkups. Therefore, oral hygiene and cosmetic needs such as veneers, braces, or implants can be taken care of together.The best dentist in Subhash Nagar also offers emergency procedures, such as extractions, to help patients in taking care of any pressing dental difficulties.

2. Scheduled appointments

Family dentists frequently work with patients to schedule an appointment time that works with their schedules. To better serve their patients' requirements, many family dentists, for instance, are willing to accept late appointments.

3. Identifying oral health issues

Early diagnosis of dental issues is facilitated by routine dental checkups. They conduct exams, X-rays, and computer modelling to provide forecasts on oral health problems. A few conditions that can be identified early on include malocclusion, grinding, and attrition brought on by abnormalities in the jaw.

4. Preventive

A family dentist will advise both adults and children on how to prevent serious and widespread issues like tooth decay. They also give the teeth fluoride and sealant treatments.

5. Medication

Of course, they are also in charge of treating dental issues like crowding, misalignment, and other issues. A committed practice will go through all of the available therapy choices with the patient. They will help create a therapy strategy that meets the needs of the patient.

6. Education and updates

To give the patient the finest dental care possible, family dentists will also educate them on proper toothpaste usage, diet, and other topics. They will provide information on the state of the family's oral health as well as the newest techniques and technology in dentistry that can improve the general dental care of the family.

Conclusion

Every member of our staff is dedicated to offering the greatest patient care and customer service to ensure that every patient leaves our clinic smiling. You don't need to look any further for an excellent facility than the Dental Clinic in Hari Nagar. Our commitment to achieving greatness while simultaneously focusing on the well-being of our patients sets us apart. Schedule a meeting with us now to experience the difference for yourself. When looking for a dentist nearby, patients and their families might benefit from knowing what a family dentist does. In terms of the family's dental hygiene, this is the first step toward early identification, prevention, treatment, education, and convenience.